I get home & it's an empty apartment… no one is here. I wonder if I'm defiantly at my apartment, so I check the number on the door… it's right. Strange for there to be no one here.
"Time to get high" I say to myself and set up in the living room. I turn on the television, a repeat of last week's wrestling is on. Edge & Christian verses the Dudley Boys. I line up some cocaine and heroin on the coffee table that's in front of the sofa. I roll up a piece of paper and use it to snort the drugs. Oh, that feels good.
Looking back on it all now, snorting drugs is one thing I really regret. Fucks up your nose for life… but we'll get to all of that later!
Hours later, high as cloud nine and very drunk I pass out on the sofa with the television on. Sera and Phil walk in on me and see little traces of coke on the coffee table.
"She's a drug addict?" Phil asks, in disgrace
"Yeah, she kind of is" Sera answers, checking that I'm still breathing.
"What you doing?" Phil asks
"Checking she's still there… we've had one scare in the past, so now, we always check she's still breathing when she looks like this"
"You would think that a scare would take her off it for good, right?"
"Yeah, you would… but she can't remember what happened, she just remembers falling asleep and waking up surrounded by doctors"
"Oh, okay then"
"All is good though, she's still alive"
"Hang on… she set us up, I got with you thanks to a drug addict?"
"Basically, yeah"
They head to bed.
Kim comes home about twenty minutes later and checks I'm there, before going to bed.
The rest of the week comes and goes, I buy a secondhand acoustic guitar that's in great condition and go through the basic chords and riffs that I still remember. I love guitars, my dream guitar is a Gibson Traditional Les Paul in Iced Tea. Oh, I've had dreams of owning one of those for years. Then I would go for the Fender guitars, like a Strat and Telecaster. Dream guitars. When I get my own place, like a house, I want to have a room that just has all my music gear, from guitars to memorabilia I've collected over the many, many years to my vinyl records. I love vinyl records, the music is such a rawer sound to the CDs, the records are sketchy and real music, that hasn't been remastered… how music should be.
Sunday comes, I head to the park with the guitar and meet up with Joe. We do the set together and it sounds great. Patrick, who's the pub owner, listens in on a few songs with a big smile on his face. Of course, he's thinking about how much more money he's going to get thanks to us… as he said, a live act always draws customers!
"You start in 5 weeks time, Saturday at 5 o'clock, just before the dinner rush… see you two then" Patrick says after listening for about 15minutes, heading back to his pub.
"Sweet" we say as he leaves
We finish the set and go our separate ways until next Sunday to do this together.
