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In some ways the fizzing sound isn’t totally important. But my morning really did begin like this. Sitting in the porch ‘till the afternoon listening to all the shit that MTV had to offer, trying to clear my mind and ignore the fizzing. (And I remember watching this cat chasing all the birds in the garden for a while too but I suppose that’s not important either.)
So there I was, wishing I had a joint or a beer or something to like make the beginnings of my day a bit nicer and the sound was still there in my head, still faint, still fucking annoying. And also my head was starting to hurt more and more the longer I sat there baking under the magnified rays of the sun. Me not being arsed enough to move and… well yeah you get the picture. That was my morning.
My mum was due back at around two o’clock so just before then I decided to go out for a walk ‘cause I wasn’t feeling in the best of moods and I really didn’t feel like facing the chances of any potential argument.
I went upstairs and put on some jeans and tied my Patterson hoody around my waste and grabbed my wallet and was out the door within a couple of minutes. And it was only after I’d already left the house that I realised that maybe I should’ve, or at least could’ve, phoned someone so at least I’d have some direction to be heading in. But I couldn’t be arsed to go back inside so I just carried on down my road towards the corner shop; I needed some more tobacco anyway.
On my way out of the newsagents I remember looking left towards the seafront and wondering if it’d be worth a walk down there to see if anyone I knew was on the beach. I had a feeling there was a good possibility of running into Graz and his mates down there ‘cause… yeah me and Graz, and Colin sometimes, used to spend a lot of time down the beach at one point and still now I always imagine him to be down there whenever I walk past.
But anyway, after coming out of the newsagents I spotted the pub across the road - High Lanes, which was sort of my local, even though I hardly ever went there - and decided to go over there for a drink.
It wasn’t the sort of thing that I usually would’ve done, go to a pub during the day by myself and that, but on that day I just thought, “Fuck it, why not?”
The road was a little hazy as I approached the junction. You know, how sometimes the heat affects the way you see things in the summer. Like when cars are far away and they look like they’re melting.
And also High Lanes is one of those big white pubs on the outside. Big white walls and that which were kinda hard to look at as I walked towards it. And I remember wishing that I’d brought my sun-glasses. |
Written by bluecity (377 comments posted) 9th July 2008 | This is all good background stuff, Chris, but nothing really happened. I guess something is going to happen when he goes into the pub.
Btw, I've been advised, by more experienced writers than I, not to use brackets. (So I don't do brackets now. (Well, try not to anyway. (Bit hard for someone who does programming)))
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