Two Weeks On Vodka

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Two Weeks On Vodka
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John was thinking as he knocked back another coke can mixed with
Smirnoff that it wasn,t such a bad life.He had a definite buzz now but
it had taken a while to come.He sat warm in his car in a layby on the
Girvan road getting ready to complete a fortnight,s work as a relief
cashier in the Clydesdale Bank in the seaside town of Girvan.This was
Friday and his last day.He had drunk constantly for two weeks yet still
maintained decorum, appeared normal and always balanced his cash
machine perfectly everyday.What was the fucking problem?No Problemo
Senor.!!!!He couldn,t really recall every moment but so what?He had
maintained that vital vodka buzz contantly and that was a superb
feat.It had cost him a small fortune and meant he had to go all over to
different shops for the booze.It was a fucking tiring habit but he
didn,t care.The only snag was having the shakes in the morning and dry
heaving for a wee while until the drink kicked in.He was usually too
tred at night so he slept like a baby.It was hard work being an alkie
and expensive too.He "borrowed" a couple of hundred from the next cash
box to him.John was chuffed that he got away with it.Fucking country
hicks hadn,t a clue.He checked his watch.Quarter to nine and still time
foranother voddy and coke before he drove into the town and arrived at
his bank.Next week he,d be back in his own bank and stay sober for at
least three weeks just to get his guts,liver and head back to normal.He
knocked back the can of mixer and threw it at the sheep in the nearby
field.Fuck it.He checked the mirror and drove off happy with a warm
glow in his stomach.