Messy Memories

It all started with a mate saying, "You coming out or what?"

And me pretending I've got self-control, which obviously I have not. Said I'd only

stay for one. But one turned into shots. And suddenly, I'm chatting absolute

nonsense to a bloke in a leather jacket telling me he's

starting a tech startup. Fair play. Music's too loud. Light's too bright.

But in the moment, I'm convinced I'm the main character of the night.

Someone spilled a drink on me. I said, "It's fine, I needed cooling

off anyway." That's the vibe, moving like the room's on a slope