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This is about when shit goes pear-shaped and if you aren’t or never have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world. But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling, your bird might fuck off or you might lose your job it’s when that happens that what I’m talking about will feel much more important to you. So if you ain’t feeling it, just be thankful that everything’s cool in your world.
You Can Take The Man Out of Yorkshire…
Whilst waiting for the Number 44 bus, a lanky man wearing a grubby trench coat approached the bus stop. As he sharply analysed the bus timetable he turned to look at me and paused. He raised his upper lip to reveal teeth not too dissimilar to Stonehenge and uttered: “What time’s the next bus, youth?” His voice crepitated like incandescent firewood and he had a dialect of a Yorkshire persuasion, which explained his lacklustre dress sense. His husky voice implied he had a smoking habit of an early 1900’s chimney which was then confirmed by his tar stained knuckles. I shrugged my shoulders in bemusement at the man stood before me, as I slowly started to catch wind of his stench. He reached for his pipe, turned and violently spluttered as he stumbled off.
“Untitled.”
“I’m beginning to tire of self-loathing, feeling confused and constantly wondering where I’m going and what I’m doing.”
“Untitled.”
“I have every intention of packing up and leaving without ever communicating with the people I’ve known ever again. I am going to go where no one knows anything about me and have no business asking. I am going to delete my emails, facebook and all my phone contacts except for a selected few. I dont have any reason to keep in contact with the people I have known. I will make new friends slowly but still keep them at a distance. Throwing a dart at the map and just going there is going to be the best thing for me. I may even change my name. I dont know.”
