CoW 0013 - Mousey
I thought I’d better start giving out the goods (or bads) since there’s a new person to please now. Yeah, that’s you Maddie. Long time no contact whatsoever, so here’s a start. I hope it sums up everything that’s happened for me since Rye.
[For some thoughtful background music, please listen to Phil Collins - Can’t turn back the years OR Bruce Hornsby - The way it is]
I thought I’d talk about something quite meaningful and ultimately boring to anyone that isn’t me. For those who aren’t me or otherwise similar, you may peruse the absolutely horrific drawing of the dog whilst I go on about…
How I’ve had such a wonderful time just being in contact with people. For the first time since people left to Uni, I’ve realised there is nothing holding me back from doing exactly whatever the hell I want. I have a car and money to put petrol in the tank. I can go anywhere, meet anyone and enjoy it to it’s upmost while I’m still young and free from a crippling lorry related injury. A simple text or BookOfFace message can put a smile on my face, crush conscientiousness into oblivion, make or break friendships, form the beginning of epic holidays to camp sites just outside Newquay that specialise in providing for drunken messes.
To all those people that make me smile, make me laugh, make me cry, cringe, writhe in agony or scream with anger or just do strange things to my heart: Thank fuck you exist.