SPECIAL SERIES…
AN EIGHT PART WEEKEND SPECIAL

PROLOGUE

Being me is a crazy state of affairs.. a mind full of thoughts.. dark yet alive…and being left alone with practically nothing to do (over a weekend)…I couldn’t help but write, rant, shout, scream, cry, jump, laugh, muse and sometimes even smile all through words and letters on pieces of paper…. This eight part series started off as a note on the back of a used tissue while I sat in the patio watching the rain, and ended with me sitting in the darkness of my room while the flame of the lone candle giving me company danced to my thoughts…


Part I
Friday the 15th

A Weekend From Hell…

(Explicit Content... Reader discretion required)

Woke up cold… and shivering... I was still in bed, yet freezing… Glen[1] had gone to sleep, very unlike Glen... my head hurt and I could hear the devil cry…. Arghhh I had woken up to a hell stuck inside a deep freezeeeeeeeeeeeee….
The constant wailing and the chaos outside needed attention, weary, I slowly dragged my useless arse out of my once warm bed…my eyes red and puffed and my hair ….LORD…. my hair…!!!!!
Time came to a stand still as I stood in the hallway…my life coming to a screeching halt… images (freeze frame)… a wailing child ….a screaming mother… and a pitiful husband all of whom stood in front of me[2]… I wish I had dropped dead or never woken up…. But…if only….

BANG it hit me like a freight train and left me gasping for air as I read the eviction notice… my world or whatever was left of it fell apart (YET FUCKIN AGAIN)[3], I was sinking slow, the wooden panels below gave way to quick sand which was slowly though surely sucking me in…I was drowning in my own filth of misfortunes WHY ME!!!!????!!!!
After having escaped the clutches of a gay nudist and the murder camps from hell I had just moved into this little heaven and was beginning to call it ‘my home’… and now I was faced with this GOD FUCKIN FORSAKEN eviction notice… that BITCH (landfuckinlady) hadn’t paid her mortgage… which entailed that we the poor tenants had to evict bag baggage ( luckily I neither own any bags nor any baggage.. phew!!!) …..

I wish it had ended there ( in which case I would have quietly gone back to my room lit a cig, switched on Glen, checked my mail and heard some music)… but nooo….. the landfuckinlady had not even paid the bills which meant all the essential services were disconnected ( only to be restored sometime on Monday ( or so I thought in the original draft))… which meant one and only one thing… a weekend from hell... with no lights… heating.. And most importantly NO internet… my life line... my only link to the outside world…..
But… I could survive this... couldn’t I ? considering back in 2002 my then flat mates and me had lived 11 days without any of the above mentioned services, after my then land lord had decided to fuck us up ( don’t blame him really... we had ‘happily’ smoked up all his rent for 3 whole months ) but this was different… fuck this was different….

Now really!!! there are a lot of people out there who need to be killed shot and murdered.. but if there ever was one that needed to be killed instantly and painfully it had to be my conniving lying landfuckinlady.. I really do.. in fact after this weekend I wanna kill every fuckin Scott ( William FUCKIN WALLACE included but ain’t that arse of a hole already dead) that walked the face of this God forsaken wretched planet….

[1] IBM R 52 Think pad
[2] My Current Flat mates
[3] Refer to earlier posts