drugs

“I look out of the window on to the dark streets dotted with drunks - shouting and crying and tripping over and calling people they shouldn’t call and eating greasy food. Every good night out hinges on discontent. This is the theory I’ve come to. When I go out with Avi and the boys, I notice that they’re all too satisfied with their lives at home

“I’d always imagined a more rock-and-roll death, something involving an overdose at least.”

Reservoir Bitches, Dahlia de la Cerda