For those of you who don't know me, I am Jack, "Mother-Fucking" Coving:
Divorced, desolate and drunk; sitting in a tiny shoe box flat, housing a child's sized bed, a worn hotplate and a drippy tap. I drink hard, I fuck hard, I write hard. I couldn't tell you when I last had a shave or a vegetable that wasn't encased in batter.
Annie, she was my first wife and is a good woman. Don't let our divorce pit you against her, she put up with a lot; I didn't get my name for no reason, you know. Fuck, I saw the devil himself arise inside Annie the day she caught her mother, Maura, and I going at it on the kitchen counter. She ran me out of the house bollock naked, Eileen next door got a good gawk and all.
Even Annie laughs about it now, offering up three-ways with herself and Maura; at least I think she's joking. No wonder she'd be laughing, she got everything in the divorce but like I said, don't hold it against her.
That's the gist, my friends. Anything else I have to tell you is fairly pathetic. I invite you now to pull up a seat, help yourself to some fine bourbon and relax, as we meander hand in hand through my wonderings...
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