This afternoon I went to watch some of the London marathon going past and bumped into one of my rehab peers - who had two pints of lager at his feet and glazed eyes. He started explaining that he was drinking because there had been some problem with his benefits but I didn't understand. I wanted to get away from him really, and gave him a hug and got on the next train. I will be interested to see if he's there tomorrow, if he passes the breathalyser / urine test or if he 'fesses up. It upset me but I'm not going to shop him in. God knows I have done similar.
When I was a kid, one of our cats disappeared and we presumed he had died. He returned to the farm more than a year later - he must have been living down rabbit holes and eating wildlife - with just one ear and half his whiskers, a scar down his face, muscular and twice his old size. Although he was our old pet, we were scared of him now, backing off, almost jumping on chairs as he approached. Where have you been? This is a bit like how I feel when someone relapses.
I don't feel swayed, though. This morning I went to a lecture on Noam Chomsky's Propaganda Model at the South Place Ethical Society. An academic lecture! On a Sunday morning! I really have spent a lot of time in nightclubs in my life (and also a lot of daylight in bed with a hangover): it's time for something different.
[Here's a Spotify playlist of the music on this blog]
INFINITE JEST: Page 274-308.
- More about Don Gately / Orin / Tony Krause. I am getting to understand the characters and different worlds a bit better and now wonder how they fit together, if indeed they do.
- Here's what happened when someone anonymously posted the first page of IJ on Yahoo for criticism. #internetfunnies
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