just coming into my dribbling years

bit frazzled, where wz? dont want to be the mad drunk this pub but ... & no
even good red! so long since i've drunk. meds but. sod it. how long - apart
from too bloody, obviously. oh they've tinkered - antipsychs down ten; anti-
dees up seventy-five. no more groggy mornings but the nightmares! last
night escapes on jet black space-hopper across redheugh bridge. ... then
theyre closing! heart-pounds only now i've woken within ma dream. metro
train bridge now, on ma jet-black space-hopper still, yu furthers down track.
shout against this train unaccountably making no noise but closing on yu. yr
waving back thinking i'm delighted to see yu, i mean i am - after all we've
known each other ... twenty-five yeah year? since yu head-butting out me
windows - panes all gone. yr big breakdown, i'd had mine. now i'm on jet-
black space-hopper & yr about to get obliterated. then i wake for real. ... so
antipsychs down ten, that enough to stop us dribbling? i'm no a dribbler
now? when we met - twenty four year ago actually was just coming into ma
dribbling years. yu'd already licked all those old-style sash-windows. scars
in our hairlines, lets raise a glass, congrats in order on movin outta dribbling
years only wheres ma space-hopper eh? wheres ma promised space-
hopper yu fat-fuck? & mind were wanting it jet-black