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» Addicted
The usual
I was addicted to many great and destructive things in my youth.
The worst however, got me into the deep end for some nasty dealings in my past. Starting with the need to steal for fun. I'd break in to houses, not for need or want, but the thrill of smashing someones treasured sanctuary. I made some great friends with like minded people, which took us on many a great journey.
However, one particular house we were particuarly off our heads, my so called 'friends' turned on me by leaving me trapped in the home.
Unfortunate for me, it transpired the homeowner was also there, but was seriously hurt - I was blamed and imprisoned for some time. Not fun for someone in his mid-teens!
Years later the partner of said homeowner caught me as I walked past, offered for a chat - I was a changed man, though skint and homeless and he seemed genuine, so I obliged at the offer, who could say no to some food at the expense of grovelling.
However, It later turned out that vengance wasn't out of the question when I was shut away after using the facilities.
I was absolutely bottling it, I had been duped. I had killed this poor blokes wife, paid my time, now living as a bum and now he still wants to make me pay after all this time.
I didn't want to chance this mans idea of whatever torture I had to endure.
Since the mishap, I began to feel very low in myself. I can't see much in the future, and I felt that any second something terrible is going to happen to me.
This was it.
It was then I had a realisation, I knew what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever. I threw myself out of the upstairs window.
I didn't remember much after that, apart from the ground. I hit it hard.
It was a while, but I found myself waking up in a hospital bed. Relieved it wasn't in a sack or... back in that room.
I've still had the craving... the want for that rush I had those years back. Yet I can never face going through with it, for you see my friends, I've been cured.
I was cured, all right!
(Sat 20th Dec 2008, 16:36, More)
The usual
I was addicted to many great and destructive things in my youth.
The worst however, got me into the deep end for some nasty dealings in my past. Starting with the need to steal for fun. I'd break in to houses, not for need or want, but the thrill of smashing someones treasured sanctuary. I made some great friends with like minded people, which took us on many a great journey.
However, one particular house we were particuarly off our heads, my so called 'friends' turned on me by leaving me trapped in the home.
Unfortunate for me, it transpired the homeowner was also there, but was seriously hurt - I was blamed and imprisoned for some time. Not fun for someone in his mid-teens!
Years later the partner of said homeowner caught me as I walked past, offered for a chat - I was a changed man, though skint and homeless and he seemed genuine, so I obliged at the offer, who could say no to some food at the expense of grovelling.
However, It later turned out that vengance wasn't out of the question when I was shut away after using the facilities.
I was absolutely bottling it, I had been duped. I had killed this poor blokes wife, paid my time, now living as a bum and now he still wants to make me pay after all this time.
I didn't want to chance this mans idea of whatever torture I had to endure.
Since the mishap, I began to feel very low in myself. I can't see much in the future, and I felt that any second something terrible is going to happen to me.
This was it.
It was then I had a realisation, I knew what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever. I threw myself out of the upstairs window.
I didn't remember much after that, apart from the ground. I hit it hard.
It was a while, but I found myself waking up in a hospital bed. Relieved it wasn't in a sack or... back in that room.
I've still had the craving... the want for that rush I had those years back. Yet I can never face going through with it, for you see my friends, I've been cured.
I was cured, all right!
(Sat 20th Dec 2008, 16:36, More)
» Nightclubs
Bored
I've been to plenty of dark lit places with various flashing lights and loud music playing, but only once did I go to a 'nightclub'.
Albeit my first time in such a legalised establishment, I treated it as my last, thus didn't let the evening spoil the illusion and slipped away after only an hour.
Although I mention I have been to and enjoyed other venues of loud music, I didn't like this as it was akin to a crèche, just at night and louder.
Also to mention, a designated driver is supposed to ferry the other back after the night.
Ah well.
(Wed 8th Apr 2009, 16:57, More)
Bored
I've been to plenty of dark lit places with various flashing lights and loud music playing, but only once did I go to a 'nightclub'.
Albeit my first time in such a legalised establishment, I treated it as my last, thus didn't let the evening spoil the illusion and slipped away after only an hour.
Although I mention I have been to and enjoyed other venues of loud music, I didn't like this as it was akin to a crèche, just at night and louder.
Also to mention, a designated driver is supposed to ferry the other back after the night.
Ah well.
(Wed 8th Apr 2009, 16:57, More)
» Stuff I've found
Not a lot
Not quite a Curly-Wurly, but a pack of HubbaBubba gum on a bus.
A cookie. Might've been a digestive, but waste-not-want-not.
Many reels of cable.
And a fish... which we decided to carry on a stick for a few miles. It was already dead and half rotten, I think it was a 'just cos' moment.
(Thu 6th Nov 2008, 14:03, More)
Not a lot
Not quite a Curly-Wurly, but a pack of HubbaBubba gum on a bus.
A cookie. Might've been a digestive, but waste-not-want-not.
Many reels of cable.
And a fish... which we decided to carry on a stick for a few miles. It was already dead and half rotten, I think it was a 'just cos' moment.
(Thu 6th Nov 2008, 14:03, More)