This is one of my Dad's favourite songs and I heard it a lot as a kid. On reflection, the lyrics might not have been the best influence...
Thirteen minutes left in the internet cafe...
I feel like I was a girl on a farm on an island and I've woken up and it's 12 years later and for some reason I'm sitting in AA meetings in London... sitting in Salvation Army centres and church halls with bunches of misfits, drinking tea from chipped mugs, listening to tales of people shitting the bed and laughing our heads off.
It didn't matter to me so much when I was drinking but now I am feeling the distance between me and my family. It would be nice to have somewhere safe to go and flop at the weekends - but my parents live 800 miles away. My brother's baby was due yesterday and I'm keeping my phone close. I am so excited about my first nephew and hope he never sees me drunk or is in any way affected by the fallout from my drinking.
Last night - Friday night - I was in my pyjamas at 9pm then suddenly felt restless and frustrated - playing bangin tunes and smoking tensely out of the window of my bedsit. Is this my life now?
INFINITE JEST: Pages 774-787
- heavy endnotes
- "The odd stunned quality of customarily crowded places at empty times".
- "low-risk trancendentalism".
It's the BEGINNING of your new life. It won't always be you being in a bedsit. Promise!!
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Trancendentalism = good word
I hope so :)
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