It’s almost Beer O’clock and me and Marty are preparing to go have a single, crisp, cold, overpriced drug—and we’re gonna do it in public. The drug and alcohol counsellor Marty and Mona have been seeing together says continuing to do, like, a baseline amount of an easily controlled substance is a better decision than quitting cold turkey. Everybody knows me and Marty love extremes so it would be a dumb decision to pretend we could survive without a drink here, a smoke there.
Marty’s constantly popping outside to roll ciggies and watch Christchurch go by. Me? I’m getting into the fancy beer thing. Alcohol’s a drug that you don’t have to mix with low-lives to get. It’s a depressant that’s easy to dose on and undose. The buzz is pretty average; it’s just like Benzies, makes you low and numb
