The Crying Doorman

The literal meaning of life is whatever’s stopping you from killing yourself. Right now I don’t know what that is. I’m nine-hundred and seventy pounds into my overdraft, and it’s only the tenth of the month. I have over three-thousand pounds of credit card debt, plus countless thousands in student loan. Accrued by studying film, a dying art in a dying world. In two hours I have work at a bar where…