It’s not easy to simply lose a month. But I had experience. One way or another, I’d been losing bits of myself all my life. In increments, as they say. I began my binge in Garavan’s on Shop Street in Galway and ended up in a dive on Kilburn High Road. Took the scenic route.
I was as usual on the opposite side of the current thinking. I was the guy who went to the graveyard on a sunny day while the world headed for the beach. Everybody and his nephew were searching for themselves. My mission, and I had chosen to accept it, was to lose all.
I can vaguely recall taking a room in Whelan’s Hotel in Dublin and cutting that short when I realized it had live music nightly. That is every single night. Music is a bad distraction when you are studiously avoiding guilt. I was drowning in clichés. If
