So I had a strange dream last night, and Im getting worried about my dreams cos they always seem oddly appropriate to life
I dreamt I saw my dad at the park, and he was with all these asian foreign people. One was of course his wretched wife, and lots of her supposed relatives. and jimmy asked me if that was really my dad and i said yeah. Lets just leave.
And then i heard from my mum today - in an offhand sort of way - that hes back out there in the fucking phillipenes with her now. Covorting about no doubt. All because she phones and goes "oh i have a heart murmur and i dont want to be alone" I had a heart murmur when i was fucking born man it aint all that. And he didnt even come in the hospital with me for a poxy knee x-ray, and hes willing to go all the way out there for her.
And any time they even mention him or her I just go into meltdown. I cant bear to hear about it. So here I am shut in my room hitting whats left of the whisky, being somewhat sad and angry, listening to all our songs.
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