Monday, 17 March 2014

allotment shit


I'm on the allotments. I need a shit really badly and don't have
anywhere to go, so I quickly grab some newspaper and place it on the
floor and pull my trousers down, squating over it.

My body releases the shit, at which point my friend pete turns up with
another friend to say hi. I feel sudden shame and embarrassment. I
look down between my legs and the pile my arse had deposited is huge
beyond belief, like that a cow might do, but mush whiter in colour.
How do I hide this from them I wonder? I mush find a way, so I quickly
mix it all up with dirt, dust and soil from the path, and pretend that
its not there. Pete knows full well what I'm doing, but his female
friend doesn't so he can understand why I need to hide it.

Once dealt with more friends come up. Two guys bring lots of drugs and
start offering them to us.  In a short space of time there are lots of
packages all over the allotment table, and I get paranoid that the
police will come and I will get in trouble because of them. I feel
lost and off my course.
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I can here classical music as clearly as if I were listening to it in
real life if not clearer.

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I am playing football. I am goal keeping. One of my friends is an
attacker on the opposite team and I notice that he is left footed.

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