I feel like I need drugs. I feel like I am going to run off the rails. I feel like smashing everything. And hurting people. Then killing them. And then killing me.
My daughter, whom I have not seen in three months, has told the lawyers that she does not want to see me anymore.
This, of course, has nothing to do with her Mum or her Grandad, David Gilmour from Waikanae. Nothing at all. No way.
This Gilmour family has fucked me over for a decade, and now this. They deserve a baseball bat over their collective heads. First up, Dave Gilmour. From Waikanae.