Chapter Four
Wednesday November 15, 2017
The problem with pubs is you really only need one pint, and then you start to get the feeling you aren’t alone there; that drinking is not such a bad thing; that surely all the people drinking in the pub are decent, and then you stay for three, four pints, and soon enough you’re spending your last dime there. A good pub can make a man go completely broke, but totally remove him from his actual loneliness. I spoke on the phone with Adam while I was in the pub last night. He was reading Ezra Pound and I was biding my time until the bus came. But the bus came, and then another came, and then I had had three pints before I caught the last bus.
Before I went to the pub, I was at the college campus downtown working on some art designs well into the ear
