It took a moment to light the cigarette. The wind seemed to follow me whichever way I turned.
Noticing a random thread on my sleeve, I chose to singe it off with the end of my butt. The other sleeve had even more of a fringe. What a mess I was. Wishing I was dry, I tried to forget about the string on my sleeve. I began to forge ahead through this nasty weather, dreaming about hot coffee with sugar.
Alcohol had put me in chains. I was frantic, and I was simple pretty much all of the time now.