The Intervention

The intervention It was four in the morning when I awoke sitting in front of TV that was off; again I had ended up in a middle-class the neighbourhood in, a close with suitable trees. I shared a fence with a police inspector who wore a tie when mowing the lawn, he had two silly daughters and a wife so fine she never let the wind pass her through her narrow bum. I family who thought they had reached the pinnacle of civil living. I have so easily been seduced by nice houses and people who speak posh coming from poverty it impresses me. I went to work; my wife was still sleeping, when I came home A group of people were, it was called an intervention they was trying to convert me to sober living, while they were talking I mixed a gin and tonic, some of the men licked lips. Told them I drank because they were so bloody boring, being drunk, was the only way I could tolerate them. I rang a travel agency, took a plane to Algarve for a holiday It has cost me a divorce – pleased by that- and my house that I didn`t like, and the holidays continues.