…. honest… the whole thing is coming apart.
I’ve done fuck all since all this happened.
I’ve driven around the country for weeks with an obsessively cheery Irishman, moved into a hut with an amnesiac psychopath and finally taken up residence in an under sized caravan on a beach near a nuclear power station…
I haven’t called the police or looked for Lucinda or rung home or tried to piece things together… or anything other than just tossing aorund on the Internet with this pointless web-site whilst real life… my real life… the real life I had at home is coming to piece…
I’m even being stalked again and I’ve done nothing.
I can’t even be assed to work out why I’m being stalked.