Soul Music - Dry

'Drank me dry, complained about the Barbarian Invaders game, got legless and then . . .'

'What?'

'Can't recall. We just threw him out.'

'Out the back door?'

'Yes.'

'But that's just river out there.'

'Well, most people come round before they sink.'

SQUEAK, said the Death of Rats.

'Did he say anything?' said Albert, too busy to pay attention.

'Something about remembering everything, I think. He said . . . he said being drunk didn't make him forget. Kept going on about doorknobs and . . . hairy sunlight.'

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Soul Music - p211