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| English Slacker chapter forty | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 08 August 2008 | ||||
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I was woken up suddenly by my alarm: Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep… It only seemed as if I’d been asleep for a couple of minutes – and whereas when I’d gone to bed I‘d felt as though I was gonna stay awake all night and not be able to sleep, now I felt like I could sleep all day. It was well difficult to even move. Although of course I knew I had to and after a while of lying there I managed to force myself to roll out of bed and get to my feet, grab my clothes off the floor and put them on. Then I kinda floated down the stairs into the kitchen and turned the kettle on, but after seeing the clock on the microwave I realised that I didn’t even have time for tea so I downed a glass of milk instead and ran out the house down the road to the bus stop, cursing the Sunday bus system (only one every hour) as I did so. When I got to the bus stop it was just past seven forty, which was what time the bus was supposed to come and there was no one else there, which meant that either I was the only one with something to do at that time in the morning or that the bus had just gone. Bracksea was like, dead. Hot as well. The windows of the houses opposite were glinting in the sun. I remember saying, “It looks like we’re in for another nice day,” to myself, and then, “Who the fuck goes shopping on a Sunday morning anyway?” (which was a sentence we always used to say at work) and laughing. About ten minutes later I was still there, becoming more and more angry, wondering whether to get a taxi, walk home and phone in late, or even to just think, “Fuck it,” and phone in sick (yeah, the Sunday train system in Bracksea is even worse than the bus system so that wasn’t an option). I lit up a cigarette, thinking it’d help but the first drag made me feel ill so I threw it away. Can’t remember anything else; I think my head was just empty. I know that I was there for ages, and that I rolled another cigarette to help and that it tasted like crap too but that I persisted this time, even though it was making me dizzy. And I remember my teeth feeling furry and I was wishing I’d remembered to brush them and was getting pissed off about that… But anyway, I was just about to walk back up the road to my house, my head struggling to function enough to enable me to make a definite decision as to what to do, when Bradby’s car suddenly skidded into the bus stop out of nowhere. The door burst open and it was all boom boom boom boom boom from the sub and Bradby was sitting there in his sun-glasses holding and sort of studying his CD pouch, not looking at me but saying, “All right mate.” So yeah, feeling this sense of total relief I threw down my second half-cigarette of the day and got in, saying, “Cheers,” to Bradby as I sat down next to him. Still looking at the CD pouch Bradby asked me if I fancied, “A bit of Mega Access,” and I said, “Cool,” even though I had no idea who the fuck Mega Access were; I just felt happy to be in the car and no longer to have to worry about getting to work. Bradby put on the CD and asked me how I was doing and I said, “I feel like shit,” and he said, “Me too mate.” Then, with the sound of Mega Access filling the car with a, I dunno, horrible noise to be honest, but kinda cool considering the situation (and it was totally waking me up at least), we sped off towards Skipton.
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