Jan 03, 2013 22:30
I drank ritual mead. Paraded through the shops like a jaded magician. The snow hit
hard that day, sent us hurrying home through slippery streets, past cars in
ditches. In an incomplete circle, I swore an oath, the consequences of which,
possibly life-changing. After that came sake and then the cider. The room
is spinning and you tell me about Trappist monks. I lay on the floor,
fighting nausea, until sleep claimed me.