Fear and Loathing in Southwold

HA.
Hahahahahahahahaha.
You see, last night, or something similar, needs to happen every single night. I mean if that happened, it'd be problem solved, i'd be happy. Distracted as Benjamin would say.
Adam and I set off at around 9:20pm for the coast. Why? Well, why the fuck not. God how I enjoyed getting the hell outta Raunds. This place is a weight attatched to my foot and it's slowly making me sink. And everyone knows I can't swim anyway.

Yeah. It was amazing. We stopped in at his Dad's. Which this morning is what's plaguing my mind. The opinion of an honest man can always go either way. He told me how much weight i'd put on since he'd last seen me. Which is true. But my conundrum is what the hell can I do about it? I have no commitment to anything, and i'm tired of looking at my double chin and my massive stomach and fuck wearing anything other than a large cover-all bin bag when Henry and I go on our holiday.
Uh.

Standing in the ice cold Southwold sea, which was pretty angry actually. It feels like it was all a dream. For those few moments I actually didn't have a care in the world. I'm sure Adam can tell you how I regress into a seven year old child when I get to the seaside. It was so beautiful. The sky was pitch black apart from two brightly lit ships on the horizon. The sky was absolutely filled with bright, twinkling stars. Apart from the stones under my numb feet and the temperature, it was just perfect. Adam smoked a cigar. My cigarette fell into the sea, obviously.

I'm not allowed to mention the fog. The endless country roads. Nearly throwing the phone out of the window...

Two people have never been so happy to see a duel carriageway!

It was just perfect. And being sat here, writing about it, listening to the fat bitch slamming doors and stomping her fat feet around. It just doesn't seem like it happened at all. It seems like I dreamt it all. Still, makes me smile.