The sound of a thousand vuvzelas echoed through his whiskey damaged head as he stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth with the Sonicare while squinting at his blurry reflection as the harsh morning sunlight poured through the bathroom window. Aching head and fuzzy brains to begin the begin of another day.

A line from an old Patti Smith song entered his head and rattled around a bit – “Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.” “Yeah right”, he thought. “Sins of bullshit and being too much of a bullshitter, mine, eh?” Another day in the same old track lay ahead. Shit, piss, shave, eat, work, drink, sleep, miss certain aspects of a life left not long ago, and then do it all over again.

Ah, WTF, turn it all off and head into the day with a grim determination and a hearty laugh at the absurdity of it all. Observe and certify. Clarify then obfuscate. Seize the day and all that shit. Selah.