I'm thinking, yet again Mother was right. She always claimed I was nothing more than an Irish Romantic, who fell in love at the drop of a hat. Well, I've just fallen in love with The Coast Guy on Twitter. His calming voice, his poetic words of wisdom. I imagine being in a whitewashed cottage on a remote Scottish Island. Open fires ablaze, Book shelves abound. I'm cooking a delicious locally sourced supper, (sorry, no Haggis) he's in the background SPEAKING, swoon. In reality, he's probably younger than me {can't tell) and has a great well deserved family. Last thing he needs is a nutcase conceived and originating from Peckham Dreamer. nothing but ....
ill be reading albert camus' The Myth of Sisyphus tonight and maybe eating cheesecake (starting a fast tomorrow so im allowed!). Im finding The Myth of Sisyphus to be quite difficult which is not something you will often hear me say! nevertheless, i only have another 40 pages to go. however, it's a book that will require rereading if i am to get the full grasp of it.
great face, albert camus. good guy, too. i like this line from his essay Return to Tipasa: In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
Someone from the psych ward was hanging around the intersection where I live. She wanted money for crack or something, and she didn't want to sit and talk. She didn't even like the idea of coming with me to the bank machine I trust most, so I said good luck. I said sorry, and she said it's okay. I said I'm sorry she's back on that shit. I feel like a hypocrite, because I've got my shit. Chips, chocolate, and coffee. I feel shitty about not helping get her fix, but she wouldn't sit and talk. If she had, we might have gone all the way down to that bank machine for her to get her stupid fix. She wouldn't chill.
I went back out to find her, and she was smoking her hard drugs. She asked me for a TV, and I gave her mine. No more TV for me. She wanted to come in. I just wanted to for a walk, or go to her place, but she's not allowed visitors. I didn't want her in my apartment where I've got 2 tablets and a phone. I said "You'll probably sell it for drugs.", but she was happy about taking it home. She stank of piss. She probably will sell it for dope. Oh well, no more TV here.
She said she has nothing in her room, and that she's a teenager, and needs entertainment. I think she's living in the halfway house nearby, for people with mental illness diagnoses. I'd been thinking about stopping my TV service, but not getting rid of the television itself. Sucker, me.
She said she has nothing in her room, and that she's a teenager, and needs entertainment. I think she's living in the halfway house nearby, for people with mental illness diagnoses. I'd been thinking about stopping my TV service, but not getting rid of the television itself. Sucker, me.
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