Since I was 12 years of age he has been renting out my body, from moments of pure euphoria to deepest darkest days of depression.

Bacchus’ magical drink is a constant in my life.

Intoxicated deep, stupid, happy conversations that last days with old and new friends as empty bottles of wine and brandy gather and clink at our feet like fallen rose petals.

Scottish fire water swims through my Irish veins and clouds my mind with fiery anger as I want to take on and destroy the world or at least the people inhabiting the candlelit pub I’m drinking in.

Passionate sex! dirty sex! experimental sex! All evaporated from your memory the next morning by Mephistopheles’ potent liquid.

He is my one true lover, my life companion who enhances our time on this spinning rock we all spend our days living out on.

He is also my executioner!