After spending 3 hours in the library searching for information that I didn’t even know where to attain from I ended up with this conclusion: FORGET ABOUT ROPES, PILLS AND ALL THESE UNTRUSTWORTHY MEANS. A DOUBLE BARREL SHOTGUN WILL DO THE JOB NO DOUBT; or a cigarette, a cup of coffee and some relaxation.
I went to Manchester and Leeds for the weekend. I walked down the streets of Leeds, smoked and window shopped till 8pm. I had dinner and then headed to the gig. Didn’t make it in so I went to another gig. We stayed at the venue after the gig was finished and got drunk with some zombies, tigers and penguins. It was more than alright. You could say I’d flat lined if I didn’t have a good time.
I got back at the hotel at around 3 am. I don’t want to sound poetic or smart here but a hotel bed is a lot colder and emptier when sleeping alone than the one at home. Before I fell asleep I ate what it could possibly be, the most peppered pizza in the world. I woke up at 10 am with a stomach ache and a dry mouth. Drank water, took shower, checked out.
12am : Met a zombie at the Leeds’ train station’s parking lot. I got coffee and a sandwich. Had breakfast on the way back home. We made jokes of having loads of girlfriends and how they call me all the time just to tell me that they’re sluts. We drove back to Manchester. Drank tea, smoked and played Red Dead Redemption. “I’m such a slut” could be the punch line of this trip.
Goodbye October, misery doesn’t love company. Misery loves country music, literature and academic reading. Misery loves writing and most certainly misery doesn’t love you. Misery just gets stuck with you sometimes.
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