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Hey.....I know that cunt! (Blast from the fuckin past pt. 2)

Well for a vulgar title, it says it all.

Car broke down yesterday so i couldnt get a lift to 'J's place. Offered to stay with mum to see wether she needed help or not but she insisted i go on and catch a bus or something.
It was just a flat battery, which explained a lot of the troubles recently ie loss in power, power cuttting out at random times etc. It's EFI so it would need a bit of zap to keep it going.

Back to the point, I walked down to the C/side bus station. Who did i see but Mr Cable, Nick Cable.
I'd been friends with this fella in primary school, generally there we were pretty damn good mates. Had a fight or two, but for the most part, good mates. Anyway, he strode up to us with a decent lookin girl (which turned out to be his mate's gf) and sat down.
We got to talkin...past, what he'd been up to, what id been up to, girls, money, mates, people we'd lost contact with. For him, life had become a bit of an up and down thing. He'd gone from school pretty much straightaway to hard drugs. This fucked him up a bit, and certain people said they didnt want to be friends with him anymore. Time went on, he'd got into a bit of trouble and shit....had a hard time and decided he needed to clean up. He's now found lodging at at men's halfway house thingo. cant remember the name, but the experiences he'd had there like the mateship and family structure even though most people werent related, hed found to be a major reason as to him cleaning up. He's looking for a job now and tryin to find somewhere to stay.

Thing i found most interesting was how he, in so few words indespersed with vulgaritites (as was the way or speakin when we were mates) how he'd summed up my life, and what i have that other people dont. Humbling, i spose, would be the word here.

Guess it pays to catch up with mates every now and then. Helps you to see what you are, and how you got there, i spose.

S my story.

posted by Dave @ 10:17 AM