“Dying is not something you wanna think about.”
‘I’ve seen enough people die to know that. In all sorts of battles.’
John had been feeling out of sorts lately. A head injury too far. Woozy head and woolly mouth. It was easier to put it down to that than consider anything else.
'Thanks for the wisdom though.’
John picked up his glass and took a sip missing his mouth. A dribble of beer spilling down his chin.
'Jesus, what did y'order us? I’m drunk.’













