I leave early with my coat on and my boots off.
I use a beer like a cane, to keep my weak legs steady, sitting on a leather couch, which must have been made to be uncomfortable. Over a half dozen people sit, stand, talk, laugh, and I cannot amend my countenance. They always make fun of the fact that I never take my chef's coat off in their presence, I have no desire to be exposed. I am stiff and leathern, unhappy. I am inanimate and unable to feel their presence. One beer, two beer, three beer, I tense instead of loosen. Why has my serum become faulty? My only solace.