And no one, no body, no mind, nor soul should bother themselves reading this post. Ever.
Today went along the lines of walk, talk shit in Newtown. Realise I am useless. People walk by, I know them but cannot place them, and my train of thought has gone completely. The guys at the table have to remind me what I was saying. And then I cannot remember the point or the conversation we were having, so just ask them about something else.
Fucked. Me. Tick.
Went up to ex’s house to throw a few L.P’s in the window. Turned around to walk off and realised that under this jacket, hoody, wool jersey, marino knit thermal and cotton t-shirt there is some warmth.
IT IS SUNNY. Sheltered and quiet in the back yard.
Years ago we made a fish pond and did some concreting and built this lousy bench seat out of old timber from a wrecked house down the road. Fuckit, took off jacket, hoody, … Ended up sitting in sun, not too uncomfortably for four hours with no shirt on. Probably about ten degrees celsius but the sun was good.
And what else do I have to do?
N.A. is about it. Met a cool guy tonight, bit of a different meeting, have not been to this one before. Some of the usual suspects there though… The same ones who I say “hello” to and they glance up and ignore me. Those are the ones that are going to get a punch in the face and fuck them. I will go to meetings and punch them as often as they are fucken rude.
If there was any other way of meeting clean addicts I would be doing it.
There isn’t. Not that I can see anyway.
So they are stuck with me. Better bloody well get used to it assholes.