Giovanni and the Battle of La Rochelle

It was the shank of the evening and the camp was still bright with song. I guess I had been wandering around for too long..

There is a time every drunk soldier can tell you about.. When you must sing, sleep, drink, fuck or fight. Late in the evening, heavy with the elixir of truth and staggering to your camp to await the call to battle..

I was in that time but my options were limited. Mimi had drained even my content of passion early that night and charged me only half for the pleasure. I tipped her double so she could take a few days off to recover. I was drunk as I could achieve and still walk. My voice was horse from the previous day's battle, and sleep, has always alluded me the night before conflict.

Someone had a bruising coming their way.