Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year

Tripping Along The Ledge

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Into my fourth straight week of unrelenting, mind-numbing sobriety now. At the outset, I told my friends that if they were ever doing any, you know, non-alcohol related activities, they might consider inviting me along. To date I’ve had only one offer. (Whether this is a reflection on my company or their proclivities, I wouldn’t hazard to guess.) Last Thursday, my sister texted to say that she was about to drive across the city on unspecified errant. To be honest, I don’t know which is sadder – that she invited me, or that I accepted.

Other than that, I’ve been pricking around, taking on some extra work and trying to get into The Wire. I know I said I wouldn’t write about The Wire. I lied. (In other shock revelations, there’s no such thing as Santa Claus, friends come and go and you can’t always get what you want.) Fuck it, whaddiya gonna do? Read the rest of this entry »