The Epiphany

This building is falling apart like my heart. Roof caving in from the raving that’s been paving the hallways & stair cases. It’s not just one of those phases, the ones that your memory erases. Like tracksuits and different coloured shoe laces. Hanging out in shit places with the same old faces. Under the tree when it’s raining, linking your girl and she won’t stop complaining. She would of preferred to stay in with Eastenders & a Chinese or something.

It was a good year, eight beers for a fiver, a school day skiver, last man standing on the all nighter, a lover not a fighter. Pass round the joint & the lighter. Fit girl walks past and we point but I like her. MySpace, Facebook, or Skype her.

This building is rotting away like a blood clot locked in the brain. Begin with the 2010 games. Don’t feel the same but the jokes still remain. 8 beers now cost £6.50 get dressed quickly. Milk thistle is my saviour for today, don’t condone this behaviour turn away the MDMA. Swap the Reefa for Fifa you can do your thing I’m not guna beef ya. Order a cab because the pub is well too far for us to walk again. It’s freezing outside & I get no protection in this cardigan. Finish off your dominoes, you have pizza all over your face. On your chin on your nose, you’re a disgrace to the human race. I’m not hanging around with you tonight you make us look disabled, you’re like a division two player hanging around with a premier league player who’s top of the table, I feel like a horse hanging around in a donkeys stable, stop acting like a Wembley market t-shirt on the same rack as a top class label. This is SKY HD going on a night out with Cable.

How can this girl I.D me when I look old enough to be her father. And I’d rather be her father because I’d lock her in her room and starve her. Her figure is blocking the spirits and I like to browse before I purchase. Jack Daniels please and snappy before my dinner starts to regurgitate. My eyes are telling she’s what you’d see if Rik Whaller & Michelle McManus merge their weight. How long do I have to wait? It’s taking you 10 minutes to turn around, someone get this girl some roller skates.

The pool table looks attractive in here, especially as it’s free. I’m no Ronnie but with a few drinks inside of me I’m trick shoting like John Virgo on the BBC. Lose a bit of money in the fruity machine don’t know how to play it but I thought I’d just get lucky.

Moving onto a club it’s well cheap for taxis in this seaside town. All of us each only have to pay a pound. Free to get in because my mate knows the geezer he’s sound. Bit dead in here & the music is too loud. Dub step ain’t quite my thing so after a few hours I duck out.

At a bar on my own, the drinks are in full flow and they don’t even require you to have dough. The barmaid in here is pretty talkative, the kind of girl that you ought to give some attention to. She does wonder why I’m on my own, but keeps feeding me double JD & cokes. She asks me if I smoke, I accompany her on her fag break and take a few tokes. This bar is full of blokes. Trying to sing out loud to Katy Perry, I look at them & laugh then glance down at my blackberry. I just cannot believe what I see, I stare at it for a while and find it hard to breathe. I walk out of the bar and start walking down the street.

I look down at my phone and second glance this picture I can see. She is unbelievably beautiful & on my nights out she should not be kind of with me. I shouldn’t be thinking about her when I’m chatting up a barmaid, and I shouldn’t prefer to text her than get laid.
I just want to go back to my mates, but I can’t remember his address because it changed from the last time I stayed. The barmaid said I can come back to her place and sleep. But the look on her face says she’d prefer to do anything but sleep. She say’s she has drink at hers & sweets. So I wait for her to finish work and we get into a cab & leave.

I cannot believe what I’m seeing, student accommodation, realization that this place must hold mental patients, got to be patient, climbing to her floor, trying to be quiet but there’s creeks from the floorboards. This place is a mansion, 2nd year top house scouting, Barbie doll girls in each room pouting. Say hello and then keep walking , house full of girls up talking. Pool table on your floor like this is amazing, fridge is full for raving. No food & I’m hungry. 2 hour’s later and this has become an after party. Heads laid out on the settees, just me and the barmaid up making teas. No sugar for her she’s already sweet.
She said I can come with her if I want to get some sleep, but I’ve seen her kind before & I know where that leads. She walks off and doesn’t look best pleased but I lie down on the sofa and tuck up my knees.


It’s the morning and it’s a whole new twist. Going to sleep I never expected this. I’m more sober than I’ve ever been I’m not at all pissed. I feel something and it must be a lot like bliss. Something changed and it must have been with a kiss, but this epiphany has hit me and it starts to stick. I get a glass of water and I take three sips. I pour the rest down the sink & think chips & dips. This is not a mad trip, this isn’t a loss but a win, woken up to the truth so I can say hello now, gotta bring you back in. You have to be in the game, so I know what’s happening, look at my phone and I grin.. Look at my phone and I grin.