Vimto
After college I was in a bit of a state, boozing and smoking ‘til all hours. I was enjoying basic generic hedonism and debauchery. I should have been looking for a job but I thought there was plenty of time for that. I was living in Rickmansworth with another few degenerates as well.

Life was ok, but I was critically aware that I had fallen into a rut and it was becoming more difficult to get out. Worst of all, I had stopped going to my jobseekers interviews and they had cut off my cash. But I was muddling along, doing a bit of dealing to whip up a bit of cash flow.

One awful, awful Sunday morning, I was asleep in the garden because I had been out the night before and lost my keys and nobody else was in. I was in too much of a chemical stupor to actually break in, so I crashed in a wheelbarrow in the overgrown back garden.

I awoke to find a big dog licking my hand. Now, I don’t really do dogs in the sense that I usually leave them alone, and then they leave me alone. All I do is to maintain the status quo.

So this dog was licking my hand, and it looks big but my eyes weren’t working properly so I didn’t know what kind it was. A setter possibly? Couldn’t see. So I start to pat the dog gingerly, and possibly make cooing noises in my throat. The dog was really staring at me intensely.

My throat was predictably burning from smoking and drinking and ingesting. Also the sun had started to burn. I was extremely uncomfortable yet I couldn’t be arsed to get up.

Then the dog went. Oh, I thought, that dog was alright.

‘Fuck my luck’ I thought to myself.

Then I felt the dog’s nose on my hand again, and it was all wet and slimy. I looked at the dog again, and it had something in its mouth.

The dog has brought me a can of Vimto.

Warm and covered in drool, the dog slowly dropped the can into my hand, and I wiped the can on my jacket.

The dog kept on looking at me. It barked one single bark, then turned around and went off, leaving me to my warm Vimto.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:14, 7 replies)

no way!

( weaver., Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:30, closed)

I know.
It's weird. I don't even like Vimto.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:31, closed)

That's amazing
Rather like an urban St. Bernards - delivering Vimto, Rizlas and lighters to the needy rather than the more traditional Cognac in a barrel around its neck.
( rofl harris, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:49, closed)

are there really
degenerates in rickmansworth?!
(little fawn, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 18:32, closed)

Oh yeah
Better believe it buddy.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 21:54, closed)

Was this...
...the legendary lost episode of "The Littlest Hobo?"
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 0:38, closed)

I love this story
I wish I could click it a hundred times. I love the way you and the dog are completely on the same wavelength. The nonchalant writing style suits it perfectly.

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"Then the dog went. Oh, I thought, that dog was alright.

‘Fuck my luck’ I thought to myself."
...
"The dog has brought me a can of Vimto"
...
"The dog kept on looking at me. It barked one single bark, then turned around and went off, leaving me to my warm Vimto."

Magic.
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 7 Oct 2008, 14:02, closed)