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 I spent the night with Captain Morgan and woke early the next day on the other side of Hollywood. My love affair with the Captain's rum had once again led to unrequited love and heartache. I do not know why I go through the same process every second evening expecting a different outcome. But I am aware I do.  This particular morning I am awake early, cannot face breakfast and so let my weak and defeated body bring me downhill towards the river. It is but gravity. The many steps of the old-town hill jolt my inner being. I am too old for this. I can see the river in full flood below and notice both the calmness and gun-metal- sludge colour of it. The black hood of a hangover slowed my thoughts and held me in a state of catatonic loss. Loss of the last night and probable mourning for future days to come. I was early to the river, an oily tide now stalled there. Nothing but a few, rusting hulks riding high in the port, proud despite their abandonment. I was looking up at one such...