We are living in a massive house in London Surrounded by a massive park. Its morning and time to go to school. I have made a massive spliff and am just sparking it up, and then Mum calls out in a distressed tone that she needs me, so i put the spliff down, chew on some mint leaves to take out the smell and go over.
"why are you not helping out? there's mess everywhere, and your not doing anything!" she is clearly very annoyed. I take out of my mouth the mint leaves that i have been chewing, and throw them into the garden. They don't reach the garden but land in the yacht that it out the back door.
"Don't throw things around the place like that!" mum yells, "there's enough mess as it is!"
i feel like i have been bombarded by bad vibe, so i go back into my room. What a thing to wake up to!
She then pipes up "you never help out! and I'm so busy all the time and I'm exhausted!"
i reply, " its not my fault that you take on too many jobs and exhaust your self!"
She has been over working and its clear that this is the case.
She now starts thanking me for helping out and i say "what are you thanking me for? i ain't done anything yet!"
I return to my room, - wheres that massive spliff i made? ah yes!
it had side-burned down one side and made a hole halfway down, and almost gone out. I start to make repairs, and in the process a cheesy pop song comes into my head with a really catchy melody for the chorus, with the lyrics - "i ain't done yet"
(see tune I ain't done yet on maxsalad.co.uk. - album braking the ice)
at first i want to forget the song, but then, when i realise that I'm in a dream, i struggle to pick up what pieces i can to write the song down. I hear it being played by a friend of mine, Conor, and all of a sudden it sounds really good.
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