Few’s Breakdown: Uneasy Listening Vol. 2. Chapter 7.

Denis is outside. He’s knocking, scraping the door. “Boys, boys, open the fucking door, I need an auld drink.  It’s a tough old station out here on me own. I can hear her in the attic. She’s awake. She’s calling me. Don’t let her take me.” Few shushes furiously, spraying me with saliva. We sit…