"You've got a phone full of numbers but no one you can call on." "What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?" "It means Mikey that it's time for you to grow the fuck up and sort your shit out. I've got two arses to wipe already, I haven't got time to be wiping my kid brothers arse everytime he fucks up as well." "Fuck off Billy I'm not asking you to wipe my arse you…" "Oi don't even think about finishing that sentence. Why don't you ever fucking listen?" "Why don't you ever get off my fucking case?" "Why don't you stop trying to palm the shit in your case onto other people? No one wants to wash your dirty linen Mikey least of all me but you're my brother and when every other fucker has pissed off and left you to get on with it, I'm stuck being related to you for life. Look, we've all got baggage, that's part of life, but if you took yours through terminal 5 at Heathrow...
A holding pen for the thousands of words that spill from my mind daily and need some place to live outside of my jumbled mind. From short stories to missives, random thoughts, poetry and more. I apologise in advance to all those who enter. May you do so at your own peral