I know yer prolly wonderin' what tat wee yarn 'bout Spud has to do wi' anything?
Well, to be honest, I still feel a bit guilty 'bout what happened tat night. I know I didn't mean to do those things, but it's one of those events tat ye can't shake from yer consciousness easily. A freak accident, aye.
People compartmentalise diff'rent things in diff'rent ways.
For example, Sad Boy goes on heroin binges, Doug has a lotta sex, Carlos punches ev'rything into a pulp, and I jus' eat whatever I can find, drink some and try to forget 'bout life.
Sometimes, I binge watch Netflix as well.
Ye know t' way tat Netflix gives ye really random reccomendations? I got one 'bout a telenovela and I clicked on it fer a laugh.
Ended up getting' addicted to it.
I needed to know what was gonna happen to Pepe and Gabrielle. I slept 'round t' charger plug on my beanbag ev'ry night and stayed up 'til t' wee hours.
My Da was kinda worried 'bout me, so he came in and checked on me one day. He saw me half asleep, watchin' episode fifty of t' show and he tried to take t' laptop away from me 'cause he thought I was asleep. I sprung up and asked him what he was doin' and he said tat he thought I was sleepin' and tat t' lasses in t' show I was watchin' looked fit.
I told him 'bout it and now we have marathons together and it's class. We have a big, greasy KFC between us and jus' sit and talk to each other fer a change. Our wee bit of grub and a chat's nice. Helps me move on and get over tat night.
Last week, I was gonna get drunk but then I decided nah to. Wanted tat quality time wi' Da again for some reason. I spose tat's good in a way. In a few weeks, we'll prolly ignore each other when t' season finale's done.
Guess I needa new distraction. Pref'rbly nah a destructive one. Something tat furthers me in some way. Self development. Better than nathin'.
Maybe t' gym?
Learn a new language? Duolingo's been dead on my laptop fer a while. And I ain't gotta lotta cash. I know Sad Boy owes me fifty quid, buh I don't wanna get it off him 'cause I know tat I'll prolly drink it all in one day and nah be able to move for several afterwards. Nah like Sad Boy can save anything.
Maybe I'll ask Trish instead. She's sensible, aye. She has good organisation and copin' mechanisms. Maybe she'll help him out 'cause Sad Boy's got an addictive personality (I dun mean tat in a good way). She can keep him on track nah to overdose.
We all needa move on, but in healthy ways ye know?
YOU ARE READING
JANK
Ficción General"I wanna be trash." One misfit. One goal. The pursuit of happiness. Follow him on a journey through the madcap neighbourhood to see if he makes it out the other side. Cover credit: Ladyofthepond (She kindly drew that)
