While Working In Advertising, I Channelled My

I, A Late Riser, Fantasise About Getting Up Every Morning At 5 A.m. To Fetch The Horses In From The Fields.

I Can't Even Trust My Own Imaginary Dog. How Much Lower Can A Person Get?

I Was Pretty Far Gone, But Not So Far Gone That I Thought Anyone With Half A Toehold In Reality Would Think What We Were Doing Was A Good Idea.

I've Noticed That The Magic Getting Along With Someone Isn't Really Magic. If You Break It Down, You Can See How It Happens. You Say Something A Bit Off-center And See If They React. If They Get It, They Push It A Bit Further. Then It's Your Turn Again. And Theirs. And So On, Until It's Banter. Once It's Banter, It's Friendship.

This Was What Happiness Felt Like - This Wondrous, Miraculous Alternative To Dread.