Friday, 19 April 2013



occasionally we would nick things or bunk the fares
for fun ... it was never about needing the 
thing ... i mean we didn't actually 
need the crystal balls 

and were not a pretty sight when we came 
out of da station 

or bunk the trains you had to take a running 
jump and leap the barriers to get 
away as fast as possible 

smuggling cannabis i really did not like 
and was never doing it again 



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my dad was well jealous of all that 
and wished i would go into 
his bedroom ... 

my brother would have a luxury 
wakening ... i would start with the bear 
telling his daddy to wake up and then wrap him 
in his dressing gown and gently shepherd him out of bed
and guide him down the stairs to his bacon grill ... he was very 
fragile in the morning ... dad was well jealous and hated him ever since 

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a tartan dressing gown and tartan slippers 

it looks a bit like someone being led away from a murder 
scene in a blanket ... and he was worshipped ... like 
being in love you know ... he was the 
scapegoat the black sheep and 
i envied him because of
the music and stuff 






9.30am 


bags of personality 
and he was cool in ways that i wasn't ... 


and then 
when we left home 
he became my teacher ... 









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