He arrived home fatigued from the day’s hardwork and threw himself on the couch with a heavy plonk. Head cushioned, legs stretched and slightly lifted to encourage blood circulation. One hand was resting on his forehead, the other on his chest.
One thought was doing the rounds in his mind, one thought completely enveloped him:” It will not hurt to have a glass or two, for it is what I need to see myself through. This irritating twitch, the tension in my veins, the throbbing headache, the...