They call me Flora on account of my being five foot two and light
with it. Oh yeah, and slippery as Hell. I got bullied at school, bullied
at work, and I married my wife 'cos her father bullied me in to it, saying
no grandson of his was gonna be born a bastard.
 
It's kind of ironic when you think about it cos that kid's never
had anything he could call a father. Sure, I changed nappies, read him a
story or two and took him to the park, but it was the stuff in between
that I couldn't handle. At least not sober, not without a drink in my
hand. Only it wasn't one drink, it was several. Then several more till I
felt like a damned circus act juggling bottles and trying to keep my
balance.

People say they drink to forget. Hell, it works too. I forgot where I
lived, forgot my own name, even forgot I had a son. The only thing I
didn't forget was to take a drink. I tried to forget that. Tried for about an
hour then Doris, that was the wife by the way, opened her big mouth and
started yapping and I remembered where I'd stashed a bottle of whisky andthat was that.

So I never forget to take a drink and I never forget to clean my cell out
and I never forget the day I killed my wife. What was her name again? I
forget.