
The key won’t quite turn in the front door, my hand unsteady in its intoxicated disenchantment. My loose change has already fallen from my pocket, splashing gold and silver into the rusty wide-open drain. I fall in, switch on the fluro lights, and crash on my sofa, grasping the TV remote as I do. The smell of beer, kebab, and stale perfume rises off my wasted body;