“Rome is burning,” he said, as he poured himself another drink. “Yet here I am knee-deep in a river of pussy.”
“Here it comes,” she thought. “Another self-indulgent, wiskhey soaked dad talking about how fucking great everything was in the past.”
And how all us poor souls born too late to see the Stones at where ever or snort the good coke like they had at Studio 54… Well, we’d all just missed out on practically everything worth living for. And the worst part was, she agreed with him.
“Here we are,” she thought. “At the very edge of western civilization and all of us are so desprate to feel something. Anything that we keep falling on to each other and fucking our way towards the end of days.”