Fweng Ebola

Stocky, fat-veering, consistently ageing miserablist who thinks there could be an outside chance of some kind of happiness, success and love on this ungodly and random spinning ball of pain, but is pretty much convinced that without a lot of effort and a violent shitload of luck I'm going to die, drunk and unwanted and alone and choking on my own vomit in some rat-infested gutter as unseasonable arctic winds whip my fat cadaver blue as my scotch-addled brain begins to slow down to its final grinding halt.