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It's Just My Life

@mytherapisttoldmetodothis

so get ready for depressed rants at 2 a.m. who knows I might even write some cool things or something. also I'm an atheist don't fucking at me.

So this guy who's a friend of my stepfathers used to be a professional trumpeteer way back when in the jazz bands of the London scene and this hero has had his old trumpet sitting in his garage for 30 odd years. Now the other day when we were at his house for some munchies and movie time (cause he gets all the movies that are in the cinema before they're released don't ask me how) and I'm getting the usual questions about school and what cool stuff I'm doing and I say I'm learning the trumpet. Then this guy goes ohhh I have one of them in my garage and brings it out and we was having a good yarn about the instrument which looks like this.

And the he asks me.

"do you want to keep it?"

And ladies and gents let me tell you I'm sitting here absolutely dumfounded like my mouth was touching the floor and my face looked like this.

Like what.

You're telling me you are willing to give me an instrument that cost you £700 for absolutely nothing other than a promise that I'll practice. Bitch please and thank you for it.

And so after expressing my deepest gratitude multiple times and being totally sure that someone was about to go surprise we were kidding I got landed with this bad boy which may have red rot and a coupla dents but which sounds amazing and will only cost $200 or so buckaroos to get fixed.

This is the best day ever.

This space was one where time passed you by. I remember that as I walked through the acres of weathered and crumbling headstones it felt unlike any other resting place I had been to before. There was an unusual sense of fulfillment, as though those who once inhabited these graves had long since departed from this world and had found peace in the next. It gave me some small measure of hope that maybe, one day, I could find that sort of peace too.

Just something I wrote in English this morning

People tell me I'm lucky,

to have a life here on this earth.

But sometimes I don't feel at all lucky

I don't remember asking for birth.

I haven't been here all that long

But it's been long enough for me to know

I really would rather not be here

In fact I'd rather go

But if you tell people things like that

You find out they don't understand

They'll talk over you and remind you

of all the good on earth

But I don't really care anymore

Because I never asked for birth.