Saturday, June 12, 2010

a little story.



This photo pretty much sums up my life. Taken about three years ago, I haven’t changed one bit. You will still find me drinking cider on the floor in a corner somewhere. And happy to be there. Despite my drunken stupidity, I think I look alright here. (Probably because the picture’s blurry.) This was when we used to go to Zoo. I was sixteen. Think it was around Christmas. Before Christmas really. I’d been kicked out of the house. I got very drunk that day and wept somewhat uncontrollably that night on the way back from the gig. You know what’s funny? The person who looked after me then, the person who told me it was okay to cry? I don’t even talk to them anymore. And that really helped, them holding me and telling me that it was okay to be sad.

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