This is what I must have felt like on New Year's Day '06... Unable to be anything else but vague and with a real bad taste in my mouth. The last thing I remember from the night before is a serious yakking session into a plastic bag in Adrienne's car.
Nice, don't you think?
Oh well, there's a lot of year left in 2006, so I'm sure things will be on the up and up from here.
Anyway - that pohdo was taken in 2004, pre-empting Slaughter and I's face-off. There's Bucko Palace in the background, and despite the beanie and scarf, it was a spring day and quite nice - it got much better in fact. I remember the sun coming out and due to a heavy night, I was in need of some sweet, sweet kip and feeling rather worse for wear. It had something to do with the hash I smoked from these two Iranian backpackers who didn't speak a word of English...anyway.
I splayed out on a slight slope in St James Park, resting my eyes for a half hour or three. Nothing could've been better, the English sun on my face, the cool grass beneath me and a sense of peace and belonging... truly one of my favourite slices of life ever.
I was awoken by this beggar:
Chewing at my feet.
DAMNED CUTE!
Shout out to Slaughter for keeping the squirrel flame alive...
We gotta get bakk over there...
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