I warned them all from the beginning. I always said something along the lines of, “I must advise you, I am stamped with an invisible warning. I will not commit. I will never marry.” Despite my best efforts, I’m beginning to feel some small cracks in my faux finish.

You know, when I look back on my little life, and all the women I’ve known… I can’t help but think about… all that they’ve done for me… and how little I’ve done for them. How they looked after me, cared for me… and I repaid them by returning the favour.

I used to think I had the best end of the deal. What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket. Some nice threads. Fancy car at my disposal. And I’m single. Unattached. Free as a bird. I don’t depend on nobody. Nobody depends on me. My life’s my own. But I don’t have peace of mind. And if you don’t have that, you’ve got nothing. So… what’s the answer? That’s what I keep asking myself. What’s it all about? You know what I mean?

(Alfie)