8 May

This is what the last few months have come to … no job, no food in the fridge, no hot water, and a shit car with a squeaky seat.

In the early evening you’ll find me sat out the back, clutching a final beer, watching the falling blossom getting carried away all around me. Lamenting the wasted hours, the wasted minutes, thinking …

Fuck it – I’m going to Canada tomorrow.