Man Descending1990

[opening narration]

Ed:
[sitting on a toilet, fully clothed, drinking Scotch whiskey] It's New Year's Eve, and I've been oiling myself all afternoon, in expectation of the party I'd rather not attend. Since Scotch is regarded as a fine social lubricant, I've attempted, to the best of my ability, to get lubricated. Somehow, I feel, it hasn't worked. Ever since I was sacked from my job in the china department at Eton's for habitual uncooperativeness, I've had the crazy feeling that my life is somehow over. Well, not over, exactly. But I can't seem to shake the idea that I peaked somewhere along the line, and I'm now descending.