The Demon, and Angel, Drink

A couple of weeks ago I went out with my best friend for a coffee and a walk. What is this, Ben? Some kind of diary? I went out with my friend for a coffee too. Well, it struck us as faintly surreal. We used to meet to drink. We drank in the bar. We drank in our separate homes. We drank in his dad’s garage. We drank in the woods. What has happened to ou…