 |
| my mentor the miracle man |
This white
void looks ominous again from where I’m sat. How do bloggers do it every day?
Where do they get their themes from? I can’t be arsed with any such thing like
that, I like talking about myself. That’s what I used to say about my old mentor
behind his back (Rest His Soul). I said that he’ll talk to absolutely anyone so
long as it’s about himself. He was ego-driven. He did radio and TV work. His
nickname was The Miracle Man, because he kept defying death. His best fight
move was opening the hand and jabbing the fingers into someone’s face. He said
that by doing that you were guaranteed to gouge an eye. Much more effective
than a punch. He had a book out, called Cobblestone Kids. You can buy it on Amazon.
You can also buy some of my ebooks on Amazon Kindle.
My old
mentor was an alcoholic for seven years. He maintains that he was pissed for
that long straight. Still, he often used to take me the pub to enjoy a couple of
pints of Guiness. He didn’t believe in AA or anything like that. He said that
teetotalers are in bondage to the booze, and it is much more ideal to be able
to just have one or two here and there without feeling the urge to keep going
all day and night until oblivion is reached, or whatever it is that alcoholics
seek. When I was in hospital, sectioned the time before last, he came to see me
every single evening. One time I was in my room and I heard his voice booming
down from reception, “ANDREW DONEGAN!”
How admirable is that, going to see someone every single day in hospital?
Answer: Very.
I hope I’m
in a position to help someone myself as he helped me. He was a roofer by trade,
he took me up there with him on several occasions. It’s very brave climbing
onto rooftops in my opinion. I couldn’t wait to get back down. I’ve seen him
hanging off the roof like a cat. He dismantled a chimney once, hurling brick
after clanging brick into a skip on the floor. It was one of the most noisey
rackets I’ve ever heard in my life. Mostly I was just holding the ladder for
him. One of my mates in recovery has just had an accident in that regard. He
took his foot off the ladder for a moment and it fell down, obviously hurting
the man who was on the ladder at the time. He shared about it in group, the
incident has really affected him. His name is James. He’s bi-sexual. He gives
me kisses and hugs and, for some reason I haven’t been able to figure out yet,
he’s now started showing me his bare ass. He had his bike robbed as well
lately, so he’s not having a great time of late, Anyhoo, that’s enough about
The Miracle man and James for now. Come back in
a few days to see what else we can ramble on about eh. Much love x
No comments:
Post a Comment