Varenukha

I've been in Mexico for a fair bit. Doing some stuff, working, painting, trying to write and failing. The following is copied from a piece of correspondence that I sent back to England. Hmm. I should probably edit out the cursing. Aww forget it, consider this a warning. Also I wrote it mainly aimed at one friend, so somethings are assumed to be afore known and in many parts it is very familiar. I'm not editing it now though. Well, anyway. Mexico is a badass mother-fucker. 'Cause I was going away for so long I brought three pairs of shoes. My brown loafers, black (loafers?) badass shoes that have been resoled like four times, and running shoe

It is the evening again, midnight is fast approaching on this day of 23 hours, thank you very much British Summer Time. The Moon was just a silver dash clinging to the different dark of the Lunar Night. I've been busy, I've been away, twice I think, but I cannot be sure, and I've not bothered myself to do any art in a while. I have however been writing, a little, however each time I have written something I have basically advanced a completely different narrative. And not drawn any together in the slightest. So now there are some 10+ things to be finished on top of all the other stuff I gotta do. And one thing I gotta do is I gotta clean. Pr

It is about half past midnight. The keyboard is illuminated by the screen and the sullen orange light from the street lamps. I have been drinking heavily and alone for the past few hours, half of which I have spent watching Hip-Hop videos on-demand. One bottle of Vodka was finished about half an hour ago and since then I've been hitting the Vermouth, Sherry, and Sake in roughly equal amounts rather than open the last batch of Smirnoff. I just lit a number of Buddhist Incense sticks that I bought in China using some Swan Vesta's that I had to search for, the previous package having either finished or disappeared, exactly which, I am not entire