Oh Walter... you've made a brilliant c*ck up of
it this time... How could you be so bloody daft?
Are all you yanks this bleedin' stupid or is
it just you then, eh?
Lindsay was a beautiful woman... well outwardly...
She had a wonderful smile and charm... when we
were around other people anyhow.
Let's just get back to the flat, yeah? Think you
can manage that one you miserable bastard!?!
I'll try to sort it out some how.
Once she got on a roll it was hard to stop her
so I rarely, if ever... even tried.
I'll tell you this, the old bill will surely
be on to you now... you lousy fuckin' faggot...
I had gotten pretty good at tuning her all but out
these days. A little Jimi Hendrix, maybe Led Zeppelin
or an Eric Clapton song in my thoughts usually did
the trick but not always.
At least half a dozen bleedin' pedestrians must have
seen you in that flash motor. What the fuck were you
thinking?!? Besides a high class car lot like that surely
has cameras everywhere! Are you listening to me you
stupid bloody wanker...
She was on "Holiday" from "University" and I was
dealing drugs back home in "The States" Blow, Mesc, E,
Tabs, Weed... whatever I could get in to and make a buck.
And then... and then, you go all bleedin' psycho again
and run down a dozen gits to make matters even worse.
I told you just the one, the mark... use a stolen
car and drop it in the Thames... Don't draw any other
attention to yourself, mindless mother fucker... but you
go and take a Porsche. No-less a red bloody convertible!!!
We got high a few times. One thing led to another that
week and when she left I went with her. It wasn't long
until I fell in with the right bunch of guys once I got
the hang of things here across "the pond" that's when I met Seth.
Maybe we should just go down the local yeah...? I think I
could rather use a drink or two. Putting up with you is
sure to end me up in some fuckin' program, I'll tell you
that much you stupid sh*t.
Seth had all kinds of connections. He didn't put all his eggs
in one basket. He was dealing something on the street known
as Londinium X. This was well beyond any designer drugs I
ever encountered. This was beyond anything I've ever known.
I saw things and places that would give Stephen King nightmares.
Things that felt more real then I've ever felt before.
Damn you Walter! Are you listening to me?!?
The only reason I took this job was to pay for my sh*t this week.
It's hard to put into words but I felt like I was drifting farther and
farther away from this everyday bullshit. Like I was on a break
through of some kind. I felt like I could do what ever I wanted it
didn't really matter anymore. The more I think about it the
more I want it... Soon I would be beyond all this crap...
and I'm not coming back.