Nothing Going On

 My cash flow problem is finito, so amen and hallelujah to that. The other day I had 15p to my name and no food in. I relied on a donated chicken. Now my funds are settled and I can relax, but with the sudden shift in the monetary climate comes the typical taper towards Class As. I can afford coke! Normally, as a creature of habit, the deal would have already been done, and I wouldn’t be sat here with you. But lately I hold my guns and say no. It’s sad as hell and a complete waste of money. Being poor has helped me be grateful for every little bit of finance that I possess.

I’d rather eat like a king and be merry on lots of fluids. I might purchase something sensible like a TV or a PC or a music keyboard, I don’t know. It’s only ever been pleasure tokens for coke for me, that’s all it’s ever meant; I’m not into clothes, I don’t drive, and home improvements aren’t my thing either. Maybe I could start saving up for a motor. I’m not really that bothered. As long as there’s something in my pocket, because asking people to help out, although I’ve been surprised by their kindness, isn’t easy.

> I wrote a blog about England striker Harry Kane being only bang average sometime ago. He proved me wrong on Wednesday night.

> I’ve made contact with my old NA sponsor again. He won’t like me drinking and I think he knows I hate the Steps.

> I had to lie down in the local park before. It was after a burger named after The Empire State. I was in a food coma. Numerous homies came over to check if I was all right.

> My girl from Peer Support has been admitted. No one believes her story. It involves evil scientists performing a social experiment. She calls all of her characters Head People.

> I call mine absolute tw*ts.

There’s not a lot going at the moment with me. I’m getting fatter, sleeping, and talking and writing. I do need some new trainers from somewhere, I’ve eyed up some Solomon for £87.99, and some Sketchers for £59.99, the most I ever paid for kicks was £165, but they were the biz. Most of my clothes don’t fit me anymore. I was never a designer logo fashion icon, but Christ I’ve looked better than this.