note from the bath

I'm lying dead still, the bath is lobster hot and any fresh movement brings on a new wave of burning, its supposed to be relaxing however I may have to stop writing soon because my heart is thumping hard and feels to big for my chest, if I timed this right the Tramadol painkillers will kick in soon, until then I’m going to have to stay still and try not to get bubble foam into the twelve year old scotch that I am balancing with this notebook.

I know that about my age Jim Morrison, in a very similar way, swilled down a bunch of drugs with some booze and got in a bath that he never got out of, but fuck it there are worse ways of going than while having a snooze in a comfy bath.