Most my life I seem to have been an a**hole magnet. No change of late. I live in a flat in London. I'mn surrounded by students... Loud students... Students that get in at 4am and make enough noise to keep you awake until they've tired themselves out, leaving you tired, narky, scrub that - I mean PISSED right off.
Of late I seem to be the 4 hour sleep guy.
The other night I was kept awake by my own temper, I was so angry, because I had an hour of dance beats rammed up my arse which I have politely asked to be kept out of my living space. I am 42 years old. I feel the next generation down are the most inconsiderate bunch of spoiled Mummy boys ever spawned.
I was on a train once, I was listening to my headphones, I had some rock music on loud, the song ended - I heard this voice, shout:
"Turn that f**king s**t DOWN"
I turned it down. (headphones... )
A few years ago I was living around the corner from where I live now, I got a broom handle knock on my ceiling. I took it to mean that the lady upstairs wasn't happy. I turned it down.
I've been compliant.
The last few days have been a blur of time, a distortion of sanity.
I want to smoke the largest cigarette in the world.
Goddammit...