Double vision....

Got 'home' today. A storm of teary hello's, cloudy glasses of alcohol, and boys I hadn't seen it too long.
"Good luck with that accent, I'm sure it will get you far."
Yeah, it's got me far enough.
It was great seeing the 'gentlemen', we watched a movie and chilled out on sofas, laughing and burning out. I only asked of you once.

My last night in Glasgow was magic. A great start at the beer cellar, where I tried absynth and then proceeded to drown it in beer. You fed me olives and winked across the table, but my mind was elsewhere, wandering home, feeling the tingle of too much liquor.
"I'll take care of you."
Radiohead prickled the wallpaper, and we spoke of the Bible, trying to keep it clean. Called Jane at four am, "Leave the front door open," and with a taxi beep I was on my way. What a sign off.