1. Looking over to the naze tower on the other side of the bay. i remember when me, joe, my dad and the allpresses played nazi's in the grass there. but i couldnt join in cos my throat was sore and everyone ignored me, and when they didnt come round anymore we never went out anymore. It was always all for them.
2. The vapor. The name my mum used to give my dad when he was in a sulk and refused to eat or drink anything despite his obvious thirst and hunger. Childish
3. Jet skiing cunts. My dad always used to think he was Super Macho Man when he rode the jetski round the lake at breakneck speed, trying to run over the ducks. There was another one at the beach today making a prick of himself and it took me right back.
4. the dude with one arm playing with his kid at the beach. In this case its more a lack of memories that concerns me, and the fact that a guy with a missing limb could be more of a man than my useless father.
I think i'll finish this drink and head to bed. Ive had enuf of all this thinking. it not good 4 me |
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