This is my wee blog so it is. Write all wee things in it, like my feelings and prophecies and all. When I’m doing this I pretend I’m just the drunk in the park who told me not to think of anyone, so I don’t think of anyone, when I’m writing. I have all like concerns and involvements with the community and all. Cause I know what it’s like, like a good bit of the stuff that goes on, and now amnta flyin’ high so I’m fit to help my wee mates and all that I see are sad sometimes. Funny they didn’t seem to see me when I was sad and thinking hard about one-way decisions like a big fuckin’ painkiller, and a feed of drink to take you to oblivion. Different people talk about different things, at one time I kept tryin’ to keep up with ones so it was well seen I earned wings. But I don’t even fly no more cause the way down ain’t so nice which is why I try a bit to stay on the level and occupy myself with something productive. Not that I don’t enjoy myself, I’m a happy person, listenin’ to tunes, wee laugh with mates. Think it’s probably more easier to laugh when you know you can trust someone. It’s a good thing, it is a good thing. And like probably ye don’t bother remembering how bad it really was, in case ye get stuck or somethin’, but that wee bitta perspective is good and then sure you’re a wee bit more fit to meet new people and gaining respect and that, man ye know for years starts yarnin’ about somethin’ wile interesting, Tis good. Right see you, fuck off, haha only joking no, take you care and I’ll see you.

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Yeah, see you? Can you stop writing bout taxi drivers, boxing, drugs and depression please? You’re doing my nut in.

Thank you,

Terry 

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• I don’t have to spell it out. I don’t have to explain. Everybody knows. Well, we all do. See your wee man spends every weekend holed up alone doing God knows what? I don’t think he knows. No I’m being serious, somebody should just let him know, like do that weird realisation thing where you have to hurt them to heal, cause yeknow all us ones are stubborn minded.
• He’s actually a very good cub that boy, it’s just he doesn’t know it and he’s backward and that.

• Do you know what that wee lad’s problem is?
  
• Naw. You go on and tell us Mr know it all.

€€€€€$$$$$$¥It was then that his eyes gleamed with some super heroic impudence. $$$$$$€€€¥¥¥

• Look mate, I am a fuckin criminal. Certified.
• We’re all fuckin criminals ye stupid cunt! Where do ye think these Nike air max came from, Sports Direct?
• I’m no criminal, I’m a legitimate mcbusiness man.
• Rite rite Lord Sugar, put your wallet away.

• Aye so your man, he’s no common sense.
• Aye well stop tellin him that, like there’s something wrong with him.
• I’ll soon knock sense into him. School of hard knocks, wah?

• Naw naw don’t do that. Kid’s a Kung Fu champion. Sure, his da’s ma served Bruce Lee that poison fish one time. And then Brandon came through the window and all, aye?