To Get Out of Bed

          I smelled of Gin. Not just casually, as if i had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get out of bed on, but as if the Pacific ocean was pure gin and i had nosedived off the boat deck. The gin was in my hair and eyebrows, on my chin and under my chin. It was on my shirt. I smelled like dead toads.

Raymond Chandler
Lady in the Lake
1943

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