An Unforgetable Evening

 

 

There was a slight breeze along the ruffled street. Tuk tuks came and went as the evening dimmed as if by some god's hand. I had been brought my second Southern Comfort of the evening, and was feeling mellow. The pizza, sprinkled enthusiastically with jalapeno pepper slices, gratified my appetence when washed down by the liquor. I don't remember when Southern Comfort became my go to drink. Perhaps it was one of those pretentions that I developed in my twenties, after I finished with Gordon's Gin and Tonic and the showy Black Sobranie cigarettes, affectations of youth and the influence of Michael Moorcock's Jerry Cornelius. Then there was the company. If the drink delivered mellowess and the repast satiation, the company crowned both.