Regular

Had a few days of having nothing. I toured the estate asking for favours and one was granted: My neighbour gave me a twenty deck of cheap lung-busting fags. I’m not sure whether it was a generous gesture or a killer touch. Then my bro automated a transfer into my bank, which tied me over until payday last night. I have a cash flow problem at the minute, so any due funds are welcome on my behalf.

My electric ran out yesterday. Fortunately, my meter voltage is not connected to bread and ham supplies, so I was able to gorge on piggy sandwiches and glug council-pop orange juice until my heart’s delight. Come the evening, when my money pennies were due in, I had a dilemma. I had to go shopping, go buy bills, and watch the England game, all after half nine. I flunked out on the game, but after glancing at the highlight reel online today, I can see that the stadiums in America look absolutely docking.

Just been for a couple of pints, blew a pisser at the way someone was eating his pizza, and now I’m here with your good self, conversing as we usually do. I wish you’d open your trap a tad more, it seems to be moi doing all of the talking most of the time. I know I’m chatting small fry bubbles, but the thing is, see, I’m not cut out for a real writer. I could never tackle the big issues of our times. The economy, sports, global warming…I just seem to bang on about hookers, drugs, and mind control. Please forgive me. I once wrote a book about a satellite without once mentioning the satellite. And I once wrote an online article about Lady Gaga, without tagging Lady Gaga. Zephyr Productions paid me a handsome 30 notes. Nothing to do with the Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

So today, I’m bouncing around with a few squids in my back burner, I can’t decide on fried potatoes with sauce or a burger. The pub does a burger called the Empire State, its yummy scrumptious. The onion rings are the only good onion rings I’ve ever had. They are well filled and don’t fall apart. All other onion rings apart from these so far in other dwellings have been a joke. Speaking of jokes, I heard that someone yesterday found an eye in their tin of tuna. Isn’t that very funny, don’t you think?

After my meal soon to come, home cooking is strictly off the menu, I might head into the apology green room, Pathways Hub, and see who’s saying what in there, with a coffee. We get all kinds of characters passing thru. Did I mention someone got arrested over a cup of tea the other week? He was banned, but determined to help himself to the kettle on the premises for a hot brew. “Pass me the f**kin’ keckel!” Lol, One person once strutted in, emptied the entire contents of the tea and coffee jars into his pockets, and departed. That’s what we’re dealing with, when we’re not estimating the be-alls and end-alls of narcotic addiction. Our debates are fruitful and lively, you should invite yourself along one time.

Speaking of, I am clean today, which is all that matters. If I wasn’t clean, we wouldn’t be together now. To face coming into an office block and performing my typing is unthinkable on a drug comedown, I swear that these things are killing me off, I’m not so young anymore, I can’t fend the ugly drawbacks away as ably as I once could, that enfeebled state is goddamn minging on the old soul. I’m gunna try and be active and functional in my daily activities from now on in, up and showered and dressed and ready for action, even if it means been back at home early afternoon, with nothing to do.

Duvet days are a thing of the past. I’m try’na stay busy.