I have awakened just now in my own bed, with a finely feel. Strong. Right through the pain: old and new. Emoting well, despite last night’s debauches, having had one too many at the pub, I feel foolish and need a quick fix. A few strong pain pills, some rich, sweet coffee and a trail of tears will triumph. But, when I tossed back the comforting down, I’ve noticed more than a few new modifications to my ongoing work of body art. Now that I’m standing, I’ve decided that they look just fine. I’m keeping them, thank you very much.