Clive started a diary today to mark day 7 of not drinking and smoking. Most people start diaries at day 1 but if Clive did this he’d just have a book full of day ones.
Days three and four were a little edgy, the itch, the sweats and the ability to sleep.
Clive thinks the drugs are starting to work a little – he’s found a space in his head between things happening and reacting that he didn’t have before.
Clive’s gone for a coffee
And he starts to think he wears lots of masks
Some willingly some forced upon him
Some he didn’t even know were his
As long as he figure out which masks are his he’ll be fine