To the strangers I dont know, which are most of you because I pretty much drink with 4 people and after a night goes further down the bottom of a whisky glass and back up to the top again, I forget them too.

My name is Patrick Broadstock, I am 22 year old, I smoke too much to live much longer and drink too little to be happy in that short time.

I am married to the siren I used to hear sing in my dreams, she came into my life a year ago in a camden dive bar. Of all the places I thought I would find a creature of greek mythology it certainly wasnt there.

But I shall not complain or try and analyse the fortune I get, for once in my life I have found love.

I never used to believe in love, I thought it was just an excuse for everything, an illusion thought up to justify a person actions. A society we have is completely bulit on seeking carnal pleasures seems too hard to swallow so it creates this Idea of love, some end to justify the means. People can then pursue any fucked up pleasure they desire guilt free because they are following some path or wahtever, Maybe its just me.

But know that Im in love with a beautiful girl I cant complain just feel bad for the desdain I gave others I guess.

And maybe feel happy in myself too which is different maybe it all comes from the simple act of saying 'i love you' and I should probably say it more.

(I love you Whisky, I love you Cigarettes)

Oh, it didnt work, Gonna have to go now and make the whisky and cigarettes disappear before the morning awkward conversation.

Goodnight and good luck,

PB