It was a normal day. The Slipknot song blaring on the stereo alarm eventually bludgeoned me awake. I got up, had a cigarette, washed, sat, contemplated life, had a cigarette, and thought about, then decided against, breakfast. I looked out the window, gauged the weather, and dressed appropriately. I packed my bag, grabbed my keys,…
I am what people would call a worrier. I worry about everything. I expect things to go wrong. People say I’m pessimistic, and they’re correct. Why be an optimist? Where’s the fun in that? The world is a nasty place where the idiots are in control. If you constantly expect the best, you’re going to…
The alarm went on the phone, and I awoke suddenly from a mild nightmare (no real danger or monsters, just that inability to run quicksand leg bullshit). Bleary eyed, horrifically confused and lying dangerously on my left arm, I reached over, grabbed the phone and answered its alarm “Hello… Hello!?………Shit…” It was 7.20am. The actual…
