2 Schizophrenics in One Day/Accidental Spliff/Sleep "Disorder" ..?

I WAS TROTTING PAST A LOCAL PAVEMENT CAFF THIS SWOONILY SWELTERING AFTERNOON when a perturbational voice hollered my name. I reluctantly turned, only to be confronted by a ginger-haired schizophrenic I know from my old begging days taking a seat outside the massive plate-glass windows. Through which all three staff members appeared to be standing in a row and scrutinizing us. "Take a seat, take a seat!" he demanded. "I can't I can't I'm late for dinner." I protested. "What is time?! Time is all relative!" he replied. "Except when you're getting told 'bugger off your dinner's gone cold and you're too late,'" I said back. He couldn't answer that one, and so after all the how are you's launched into a story of how he had "lost £227 last week" having given his post office benefits card to a rasta (who'd performed the job of withdrawing money, scoring crack with it and returning home with said crack flawlessly only a week or so before) ... only to find himself still waiting in rastaman's flat for rastaman's return 48 hours later. "So what did you do?" I asked him. "I took his DVD and his stereo and some food and reported the theft (of the money, not the electricals!) to the police. So now when they catch up with him he's a robber and he will go to prison!" Hmmmm, I thought. But he did invite me round next Thursday for a cracksmoking session. Which I thought twice about and am probably not going. Unless I temporarily lose my marbles between now and then ...

Got to Mother Hubbs's sweltering late. Charles, the schizophrenic boxer was eating chicken dinner in the kitchen. "Hello," he said. He believes he is going to win the next Olympic Games in London in the 1500 metres category, as well as the 100, 200, 400 and 800 metres. I said, "isn't that a little ambitious" (considering Charles is approaching the age of 45 and has no athletic experience outside school sports day). "No," he replied flatly.... Ho-hum ...

Having found a long rolled-up cigarette end at the bus stop this afternoon, I re-rolled it into a lovely filter-tipped Golden Virginia roll-up ... inhaled freely on and off for five minutes. Until I realized the odd taste and smell emanating from this cigarette were not tobacco (no wonder I kept getting funny loooks from everyone else at the bus stop) ... and I was feeling quite dizzy and slightly odd. My fault! And considering that mental psychotic research appearing in the papers all last week thanks to research in the Lancet hopefully that won't make three schizophrenics out of us in one afternoon!!

I cannot help wondering what it is that has had me flat out unconscious most of the weekend? Was it really "barbiturated" heroin yesterday? Or just my insane proclivity for massive oversleeping at the most inopportune times..?? I really don't know. Well that's another great cause for stopping all drugs... I want to know how well I really am without them. Hopefully I'm better off than when they all started. My great goal is to earn enough of my own money to escape the dreaded governmental poverty trap for once and for all! And then I shall answer to no-one. And be free!

Well I'm a cheap one to satisfy, seeing as all I want in life right now is a DAB radio £24.99-£39.99 and a CD player (about £11.99 from Argos). I think I shall go for the CD player first as I've loads of Gnat King Coal CD's, original London cast recording of Beauty and the Beast, Best of July Garland ... etc./don't ask how I obtained any of these things. They kind of got into my possession over many years via other people who didn't want them. Also via £1.99 bargain buckets ...

Still I am debating the likelihood of setting up tropical fish at home. I do love fish. Some amazing fancy tanks are available. But I'll tell you a sad (but heartening) fact about fishanks. Once set up, the boring oblong ones actually look by far better than anything that comes in hexagonal, outsized fishbowl shape or anything else ...

... or maybe I'll just compromise with some entertaining furries like Roborovski hamsters ... which seem pracically inobtainable in London these days ... why ..??

Ho-hum: Monday approaches. Wonder what tomorrow shall bring.

I'm off to read my Apocalyptic "nonfiction" about the end of the world. Pleasant dreams everyone!!

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