Having the Rats

Lost somewhere between the drunken romantic poets of past and the hedge dwelling drunkards of now. With words of lost love, travesties to his stomach lining and maybe the odd ditty that tugs so gently on your heart strings comes this.. Having The Rats A self-hate diary of the nearly drowned. Read, enjoy, or besmirch, it matters not so long as a glass with two fingers of hard liquor are in the other hand