***2002***
My childhood friends now hold my life in their hands. The lawyers, the checkout workers, the dole bludgers…
I wonder, do they know my name? The people standing triumphantly on the other side of the glass….do they know what my favourite colour is? The lawyers, the checkout workers, the dole bludgers; do they remember what I dreamed of becoming when I grew up? Does anybody care what makes me laugh? Do they care that I'm only 38?
…The lawyers, the checkout workers, the dole bludgers, and me…
….It should be a song.
If only life were a song.
If only….