so overall without my bag! having had a shower, feeling refreshed, i set off to meet one of my 'friends' who wishes to remain nameless. anyway my travels with them included smoking weed and somehow led me from the city centre to cheetham hill. where we travelled by met and unusually, we departed the met at abraham moss as apposed to crumpsall. meaning we walking towards cheetham hill village from a town direction rather than towards town from a heaton park direction. when we hear a beep. usually a car horn is somebody frantically waving and smiling expectantly at me so i whipped my head round at record speed. i cant remember what car it was but it was something you'd expect a CEO or very successful *insert whatever profession here* to have. the car was traveling in the same direction as us which i didnt expect before i turned but i soon noticed who it was. my dad. if youre reading this and youre a stranger or dont know me well then youll probably think either A. im lying about the unexpectedness or B. so what youve only been homeless four days why you buzzing, you probably saw him before you left and text him that youre safe everyday. fact is, not that they dont attempt to, i rarely see any of my parents. last time i seen him was january in morrisons in whitefield, which was also weird and unexpected as i no longer live/lived at the time anywhere near whitefield, and since i only visit 1 or 2 places when i am in whitefield im rarely strolling through morrison. since the majority of my family live in whitefield, its not that strange to see my dad in morrisons. but when the grape vine told me he no longer lived in the country it was. not as weird as this occasion though, on cheetham hill road. speaking of roads, he swerved his car on to the wrong side of the road, parking momentarily on the lane oncoming traffic should use. £40 fine apparently but i suppose were both impulsive and care free in some respects and scenarios. anyway me and my friend ground to a halt, my dad got out his car, initial greetings, and we had a conversation that lasted no longer than 2 minutes in total! he asked how i was, how it was going, how i was doing, informed me he'd just been discussing me with his friend which sparked the cliche reaction "saying what" which he replied "about your blog!" to be honest im aware i write shit that parents dont like, family dont like, friends probably dont like. but im also aware im not even mildly arsed about any of that, all i can do is what i want to, regardless how much im told thats now how life works. ive by this point in life discovered people discuss you behind your back, whether negatively or positively in a way that they wouldnt if you were present. the same way in the group chat you might call your teacher/tutor/lecturer/boss/coworker a stupid cunt for making you stay an hour later, whilst in person, although you may show that youre less than impressed, youd never dream of branding them a stupid cunt. just illogical. for this reason, i knew he wouldnt say anything that he actually said privately, because even if it was outstanding, my parent is always to be my harshest critic as it somehow directly reflects/is seen as a reflection of them as parents. he did what any parent would do, especially one who was aware his son was homeless whether through choice or not, and gave me a 3 figure sum. i cant lie. i was battling with the idea of this. on the one hand, i had £3 in my pocket and i love the idea of having money to waste, on the other hand until this point i'd had a totally authentic homeless experience. i now had too many things to consider, considering i was very tired, my legs were very bored of walking, i was very bored of the company i was with i thought it was a test. not from my dad, and not from god cause i only believe in him when im praying someone hasnt ate the food i left in the fridge. but from something. a "lets see if you practice what you preach or if you spend it on weed, food and meaningless tasks." it wouldnt be uncharacteristic for me to spend the whole lot in less than 3 hours on shit i didnt want or was asked to purchase from others. so i simply didnt spend any until i was on my way back towards town where i bought a met ticket as there was hella metheads on the platform id now be departing on, on the way here.
so im on the met with my mate still and im high as fuck by the way. so high infact when i seen Geo Crowe and Bev before im sure they probably assumed i was on heroin. that was a strange situation to be fair, id seen two people at the same spot at the same time, none of which i was expecting. and all three of us had to quickly alter into not only, theres an adult around mode. but theres an adult around, who is our friends mum and also the woman who allowed me to be mentally ill in her home for almost a year, when she didnt have to and probably after a month didnt want to, mode. Geo had already asked me "what have you had?" in the typical Geo manner that is just naturally concerned for your well being whilst shocked and slightly disgusted! i'd had nothing but 2 zoots of regular weed but it was a madness this time. must've been the over-tiredness i assume. anyway to make the situation worse it was Bev's birthday and i had no idea. seeing as her birthday also marks 2 years ago since i moved into her home, i just felt guilty, and that wasnt the only reason why. so yeah, im blazed on the met and im approached again unexpectedly by my fellow bad bitch Harris, Abbie! were having a catch up, asking about each others lives and all that good stuff! she tells me she loves the blog, i thank her tell her i love her face.
before long were at victoria... where we get off. my motive at this point is to go to a bar and get pissed, then change bar get more pissed, and buy weed and get high and that's it really, so i intend to do so... unfortunately didn't go quite so smoothly and i ended up buying a pint of cider and cordial for about £5odd and didnt drink even half of the fucker. im such a lightweight though i was feeling it behind my eyes. anyway now im on my own, at victoria met stop. again. thirty minutes after the previous time. all i can think in my head is, buy Matt (the man from day 3) a new mouse to make up for his dead one and then you can spend the rest on whatever you want good deed done. obviously also would've given other people money throughout the day/night but that wasnt on my immediate to do list right now! all that was, was to meet the twins at 5.30 and to buy this mouse. so from victoria i walk to the only pet shop i know, which is in-between broughton and town. when i arrived, baring in mind my legs are just getting sorer and my brain tireder, i asked the man behind the counter for a mouse, he said "were only an aquarium mate" im like you actually mad. so i left, checking the sign on the front whilst leaving. its called something like OASIS and there's a fish incorporated into the logo somewhere. im feeling dumb as shit and decide im not walking again so i get the bus back into town. as you can tell im already, spending, who even buys met tickets and pays for the bus? especially not someone who was homeless as an excuse. some would argue they're vital purchases and considering i actually saw met heads on the way in, it did actually make sense. but without the money i wouldnt be mooching to fish shops to buy mice. so on the bus i use firstwifi (WHICH IN COMPARISON TO METROLINK OR STAGECOACH WIFI MAY ASWELL NOT EXIST, TYPE ON SENTENCE AND IT TELLS YOU, YOU CANT DO ANYTHING ELSE FOR 24 HOURS!) to locate a pet shop that sells mice, one closes at 5.30 and im meant to be meeting the twins then anyway so, its semi practical. so i swoop by Matt on my way through town, to the pet shop and say, do you want a new mouse, ill buy you one, and ive never seen anyone so happy! hes thanking me bare and just smiling almost as if, id gone to the iPhone box in midd and revived his other one.
so i get to the pet shop and they only sell frozen mice. sweet, any rats? no! anything else? weve got gerbils! to be honest before this i thought a gerbil was a hamster, not a cute mouse look-a-like... so its perfect, yes ill have one please. then! she says have you got a cage for it? im like no??? its for a homeless man, i assumed he could just feed and play with it like he did the other. she wouldnt let me leave without a cage, food, a "hide" for it to retreat to, wood chippings for the cage floor and something it has to use to make a bed out of. fucking hell okay! she warned me the gerbil may die from the cold and it would be unethical, but he said he wanted it, ive already asked, and he did break my heart yesterday. so i get it all, i spend over £50 and leave with a large bin bag, a small 5p plastic bag and a gerbil in a cardboard box. so im walking towards him thinking yes he'll love it. boy was i wrong. he basically looked at it said it was cute, said he loved it, thanked me then made me watch his sleeping bag and things whilst he went chemist, when he return he was shouting at me to fuck off and take it with him cause he didnt want it. i assumed he was joking. he wasnt. i wanted to trap his head in the cage door and banish him to another world! but i just was bare confused, tired, slightly upset and slightly thinking, wow should've just bought cocaine even if all it does is make me shit. at least someone wouldve benefited even if only temporarily! so now im just stressed as fuck. thinking what kind of dickhead even does that. and im meant to be meeting Hope and Millie, ive just got rid of my bags, now i've got to cart around a live animal and its unnatural habitat.
Hope and Millie arrive to town where they find me at the end of my tether. cotemplating taking the rodent and its shit back, but the shops shut until tomorrow and that means carrying it, until tomorrow. and it might die. so now i've got a pet gerbil as soon as they arrive the stress must be apparent because were immediately back in a taxi towards their home they just left! were all stood around thinking wag the fuck 1. trying to build this fucking cage, with the woman on the youtube tutorial making a brisk jog in the desert look like a walk in the park. im livid. im thinking about cutting matt off for life! i cant comprehend, what could've happened on that trip to the chemist. but i also cannot believe i actually did a nice thing that back fired. should've got him a milkshake from the market he'd probably be buzzing!
so im in the twins house, with my gerbil by which point we've named Ollie because the cage says Twist on. i dont know whether to eat the gerbil and take the apparatus back tomorrow, pretending i forgot i already had a cage or just to let it out into the road, broadcasting none of these thoughts. meanwhile, slowly behind the scenes, the Katana's are growing ever so attached to Ollie. he now lives in their 3rd bathroom looooool. anyway they allow me de-stress and unwind in the best way we know possible. marijuana, and after a while we head back to town where we part ways and plan to see eachother soon.
im dropped in town by uber, so walking with my sore legs, is something i have'nt experienced, in a while except walking indoors or to and from taxis. its painful and im still calling myself a nonce in the head for buying a childs pet for a bipolar, probably never had a mouse in the first place man. so im walking and walking and walking. my ipod dies and my phones on the brink, all i can think is mcdonalds. but as im barred i cant stomach it, so i walk further, to the mcdonalds on actual oxford road near the hospitals etc. fucking nonce i am because it didnt even have plug sockets and the big mac was deadington. from there i dont know what to do, i no longer feel safe on the streets sleeping without a sleeping bag because of how tired i am meaning i would'nt wake up even if getting anally penetrated. so i decide there's only two options:
Cheetham Hill AGAIN to go tesco!
or Eastlands asda!
i chose asda, just out of loyalty really! biggest mistake, took 1.3 hours to get there and the pain once i arrived was unbearable! being told they only sold sleeping bags in summer made me want to pierce my eyeball with a fork and if i could have accessed tears, i would've! refusing to have walked all that painful way without getting something i buy 3 koppabergs for £5. i could'nt even open them with a lighter and the luck i was having id probably snap a tooth using them so i just kept them in the bag and intended to go to sleep at the metstop right beside asda. EASTLANDS ASDA HOWEVER, THE CUNTS, BLAST SHIT MUSIC EXTERNALLY AT NIGHT TIME! i couldnt even be arsed hearing it. every time (once again...) i close my eyes i hallucinate! im tired, im achey, im bored, im lonely and i cant be fucking arsed! so i walk back to town, holding my shoes in one hand, and holding my beers in the other.
when i get back to town, i lie face down on a bench, clutching my koppabergs for dear life and pass out! what happens next is single handedly the weirdest thing to happen yet! I WOKE UP AT MARKET STREET METROLINK! on the seats, specifically the middle one, with no koppabergs! but the rest of my belongings! i can simply not comprehend how exactly i arrived here? did i walk in my sleep? did i even do to asda or was that a dream! it wasn't just ask my legs! but if none of these, how did i get here and where are my beers? if i was knocked out enough to not have my beers why would they not also take my phone and iPod? I'm so confused and so relieved! what i did next (as I'm waiting for the library to open as i often am) was plan to just nap outside the library until 9am so i can go in and type out my blog posts! my brain is honestly cabbaged and when i arrive at the library to slumber, you can imagine my anger to be shooed away! told i had to "move on" because "people would be going to work soon!"
thats when i got to starbucks! which is where i first began to write part 1! whilst in starbucks i was feeling so shit i simply bought a hot chocolate so i could sleep! my friend Milliana (who is twins with Hope!) snapped me to check my wellbeing as they both (as well as others but mostly these two) did regularly. at least a couple times per day! so anyway she messaged me and although regularly id reply "ye all's good, I'm fine, how're you?" probably add a brief description of my day! however this time looking like this:
it was hard to deny i was feeling raggedy! she said i could slump in her back garden! at first i wondered if this was cheating? after a while i agreed realising, i could not successfully document the experiencing if i was feeling emotionally and physically drained! so i did just that! slept on the floor in the back garden! for 13 hours! best sleep ever although i woke up with two puffy eyes! but being the fabulous bad and boujie host's that they are... they made me delicious meals, ice cold beverages and restored my faith in humanity!
sorry i took so long to write these there has been hella complications mostly in the sense that you cannot upload pictures to the blog anywhere other than MMU
love the support and everything from everyone so far! you're honestly all sick!
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