Story

The other night my best friend from primary school came round.

I was really glad to see him. I always remembered he was such a funny guy.

He was drunk and in despair. His band had broken up.

I told him that when our dreams let us down, we have to embrace the reality of who we truly are.

He said he hated himself and he wanted to die.

I told him he had two babies and there was no way that was happening.

He told me the revolution was really coming. He told me he wanted to take his babies away.

I only want to enjoy whats left of life whether it's mine, whether it's the planet, whether it's the universe.

Embrace yourself while you can.

And then he stood up, he was leaving, and with him went some notes and change I'd left out turned from my pockets where he had sat.

I wondered what it meant. It meant he found another reason to hate himself, another reason to put one drunken foot in front of the other descending into self sympathy.

Today I had a kebab. I find it hard to find food that doesn't disgust me but I endured it anyway. I saw him in a shoot for Karen Walker. He's a model you know.

He always got the girls.