The following is a collection of events that I saw, did or imagined.
Thursday, 14th March 2019.
More trouble at school. If you wanna make rules we are supposed to abide by, I will ensure that they are applied when I need them. Not just when they suit you. If I am not satisfied. I’ll be applying my own rules.
And you definitely don’t want that.
Friday, 15th March 2019.
“I feel like a couple of sherbets this evening.”
Saturday, 16th March 2019.
Drug memory needs “special” stickers.
In the George. Buying the boy some food. Drinking Guinness. Planning debauchment.
I’m a simple soul, with simple needs.
The need is, to not be part of this.
Im glad I’m with Louis. He reminds me what it’s like to feel.
A walk through the market.
I bought a little tin.
Sunday, 17th March 2019.
Is subterfuge a lesser crime than Terfuge?
Monday, 18th March 2019.
The rest of yesterday involved naps, driving Louis places and Sherlock Holmes re-runs. Oh, and chocolate digestives.
This morning we have blue skies.
As usual, the day descends into the pit. First, a little issue at work. Just the usual stupidity of one of our “engineers”. I use the term loosely.
Secondly, a tax bill. Which has started my dad off on one of his rants about what a worthless sack of shit I am. Luckily, this time, he didn’t do it in front of Louis.
The righteous are the wicked.
My way is the only highway.
Blah, blah, blah.
I could find lots more clever platitudes to describe the situation, but the bottom line is, he’s a nasty piece of work who has cheated and manipulated his way to where he is now. The king of his own castle. Sitting on his pile of unspendable money until the day he dies. Then, his final “fuck you”, to the whole family, will come when we give 40% to the government.
I’m beginning to have serious doubts about my ability to keep soldiering on.
This is something I keep coming back to.
What the fuck AM I soldiering on for?
What’s my endgame?