Part 3

Friday came like so much pent up ejaculation.
Over so quickly, before it had even properly arrived.
A week of frustration wanked off in so many seconds.
Hours of reality transmuted into fractured moments.
Faces blurred.
Actions forgotten or not even realised.
Was I even there at all?

K-Boy realised he had to stop tripping so heavily.
The fall was beginning to graze his fragile mind.

Saturday morning and nothing but his bank balance, liver functions and brain cells had altered.
He rolled over in his sack and gradually drifted away.
Away from reality, again.