Boss: Where are you?
Me: Hiding in a bush
Boss: Which bush. I will come and get you.
Me: A bush you can never find me in
Boss: What the fuck you on
Me: Goodbye
It was always a gamble being me. Wanting to strike out on my own but not quite far enough to make an impact in anything but my own life and the subsequent crater I always fall down.
This is the journal come confessional of a man that nobody knows. If we play the percentage game then only one person has known a near majority percentage about me and this represents the rest and more. Bear with me as its an amalgamation, typed from scraps of paper, battered books and half/started half finished ideas. It is the veritable scrapbook of my mind and will take a while to complete.