Thursday, January 21, 2010

More Martin

From Money:

"Now the way I figured it I had six realistic options. I could sack out right away, with some scotch and a few Serafem. I could go back to the Happy Isles and see what little Moby was up to. I could call Doris Arthur. I could catch a live sex show around the corner, in bleeding Seventh Avenue. I could go out and get drunk. I could stay in and get drunk.

"In the end I stayed in and got drunk. The trouble was, I did all the other things first."

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