“I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken - but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.”
― Charles Bukowski
Z: I can't believe that dad shagged Rebecca!
J: Really? you didn't know that they'd had sex?
Z: No. I always thought they did because she always used to sleep there but whenever I asked him he said that they didn't. Then he tells me at Christmas that she had an abortion. So how did that happen then was it some kind of magic baby?!!!
J: Oh I see so you didn't know that they'd had sex until he told you about the abortion?
J: So which were you more shocked about then the fact that they had sex or the fact that she had an abortion?
Z: That they'd had sex
Z: Because dad lied to me about it when I asked him to tell me the truth
J: you have just entered the land of ' Julie doesn't give a flying fuck any more'. It's a dangerous place, there definitely be dragons and I'm the biggest one. Keep out of my sight and be pleasant if our paths cross. If you even want me to spit on you if you're on fire ... you'd better ask nicely.
This blog is intended as the literary equivalent of a set of photographs. Snapshots in time if you like. I just wanted to capture moments in my life and those of my friends....Don't know if it works but that's the thought behind it. The music? Well I think life should have a soundtrack. And an occasional poem.....