Oooh you're a naughty mess

not sure about livers and enzymes but yester post a visit to v- to fix his hi-fi and paid in beer he and i to the super and the corner for btls blanc twain and beers six/ thus began a day of drinking and lisening of jazz music/ then my girl came home and said her mate was coming for supper, as was my sister, so we decided to have a bit of a party, and party we (especially i) did/ by the close of the eve twelve bottles of wine had been acquired in one manner or another and drunk, largely by me/ i was, i'm told, reasonably well behaved, which is something of a minor miracle, tho' my woman and sister'd to wrestle a large bottle of methadone from me/ today no booze and no anything else naughty/ killah...