Getting a free beer!
Or so I thought.
Went and drank a beer in an expensive part of town. Nearly six ******* quid for a pint. Ordered pint. Got pint. Bar man turns back and serves someone else. They know me in there. We've all been there. I'll take my pint and go out back an drink it like, pay for it later on way out.
Ten minutes later, lady of said establishment comes up to me all cunty like but being super friendly in a passive aggressive way: EXCUSE ME SIR, BUT WOULD YOU LIKE TO PAY FOR YOUR BEER?
Would I like to pay for my ******* beer? No I ******* wouldn't. But still, I wasn't going to **** off and just rob you you old gray haired fat ****.
Got in to it.
No matter
By the way. I nearly died earlier and broke my neck on the gravel that the chair was on. Really I came close - told the barmaid she just said 'oh that does that we are getting it sorted by the builders - a few people have nearly died already = you are luck to be alive really".
All good .
Go to bar to get new pint - ******* six quid in Bridport. And some **** cuts in and I just let him go ahead and then I decides no I won't like. Excuse me, but I was before you!
All good.
Talk to a few ******* in the local bars. ******* boring cnuts.
Get 'home'. The old man is bleeding out. Patches of skin hanging off. ****.
Got ripped off by bank today but cleared my credit card. They stole about 500 quid off me and told me to **** off. cnuts even charged me 10 quid interest after they lost my bank account. I hate the cnuts with a vengeance. I told them all I hope they all got Cancer, which might have been a bit much, but still, after everything, I do hope they all get Cancer, no, scrub that, getting Cancer is too good for them. I hope they get to watch the most important person in their life die a slow death from Cancer - then I'll be happy! cnuts.
Saw some old bloke with an oxygen mask in the Wetherspoons. Lots of cnuts. He got a taxi. Last legs. Pale as ****.
Got hit hard today by going through my bro's shaving kit. Used his gel and his last few razors he had left. Wondered what it must be like to know you are about to die in a few days but still do your best to keep clean and tidy. It stoned me to my soul.
I could have caused a fuss. I mean a real fuss. But what the hell.
Social contract broken. Hate the scum.
Hoping my step dad will be OK. It's pretty rough seeing patches of skin fall off in blood soaked bits. Mum just takes it all in stride.
He's got a motorized wheel chair though, so it's not all bad.
When this storm blows over I would like to be able to start grieving for my brother. I was not able to do this because TSB are a bunch of cnuts.
I already slashed my arms up and made a bit of a mess. Haven't done that for a while.
Still, I ended up having to pay for that pint (six quid in ******* Bridport).
I was going to pay for it anyway. I wanted the glory of being an honest man and saying on my way out: you know what, I owe you six quid for a pint. But the ******* cnuts even robbed me of that glory.
There is no glory in this world.
You are what you take