Ouch.

Nearly a month, no blogs. I've been busy working, spending too much money, skating (a tiny bit), playing skate 2 (loads), trying to write, trying to play the guitar, trying to enjoy myself, living, sketching out, thinking about being burgled, eating cheeseburgers, not being paid enough, making routines, watching Don Broco, thinking, preparing, looking, doing, not doing, feeling and mooching.

Off to party for the big raggo weekend. Might be expensive. I fear there will be trouble for me hence. Still be fun though.

What happened to me? What happened to everyone?

Raggo sightings

http://www.adamkingtv.co.uk/

Kings short film Strangers features theft, murder, transactions and several stellar performances from TLR. Check it at the above address.

Props to fair raggomen

Watch Barfly on youtube! Start here at part 1 and work your way through:

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=ADvLPjAqxu8&feature=related

Two year piss.

It's new years day and I lay hungover at four o clock in the afternoon in a dark, cold house. Nothing can shift this feeling. The feeling of total damnation. I am damned to a cycle of loneliness and torture. I'm not complaining, merely stating a fact. If there was one word to encapsulate how this year started it would be; messy. I was messy when this year started. I'll probably be messy when it finishes and I'll definitely be messy for most of the time in between. My room is a mess, my head is a mess, my body is a mess. My attitude needs cleaning up. I'm lazy. I need a woman more than anything else. More than anything I've ever needed before. I need a woman to come and put up with me. One to be like me and like being like me. One to drink with, read to and etcetera. I don't feel like I can ever get up from my bed feeling like this. It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

I eventually get up to use the toilet. The heating isn't on. I get to the toilet and the window is open because the smell of my beer shits is ruining the place. I have to sit down to piss because I'm feeling rough. My stomach's complaining. I sit on that freezing toilet seat and wince. I drain it all out and confound myself.