What a worthless day, what a pitiful worthless day it is. I am walking in cold spring rain. It’s been raining for weeks. Not just raining - pouring. It’s not just raining cats and dogs; it’s raining cows and chickens. This day is over, it’s done, I quit. I’m going to make it home, even if it takes me hours, which it will. And then, I’m heading straight to bed. If there is one good thing that can come of this day, it’s that I’ll have a dream like the one I dreamed last night, and the night before, and all the other nights this month. How pathetic is a life when the best part of your day is spent unconscious? Although, sleep is underrated, that’s what I always say.
What a worthless day, what a pitiful worthless day it is. I am walking in cold spring rain. It’s been raining for weeks. Not just raining - pouring. It’s not just raining cats and dogs; it’s raining cows and chickens. This day is over, it’s done, I quit. I’m going to make it home, even if it takes me hours, which it will. And then, I’m heading straight to bed. If there is one good thing that can come of this day, it’s that I’ll have a dream like the one I dreamed last night, and the night before, and all the other nights this month. How pathetic is a life when the best part of your day is spent unconscious? Although, sleep is underrated, that’s what I always say.
During my first year at University I was desperate to have fun and do all the things I wanted to do but couldn’t because I lived at home.
So during the Fresher’s Fare I joined as many clubs as I could. The strangest one was the Queue Club. A small group of us would go into the city centre and just form a queue outside a shop doorway or a public toilet. Our best result was when we got eleven poor mugs to queue behind us outside a bakery. After ten minutes we just walked off down the street laughing our heads off. Our fearless leader called it ‘A Humorous Study of the British Propensity to Queue’.
I pulled into the paddock and gradually came to a halt in front of the only two mechanics from our team who stayed around. They grabbed my bike as I climbed off.
“Bad luck, Mate. Those bastards shoulda been disqualified for what they did to ya.”
I shrugged, removed my lid and thrust it into the hands of the man who spoke. “Yeah, well. They’re not the only ones who fucked up, that bastard team mate of mine purposefully kept me behind so that I wouldn’t be a threat to him.” My face clenched and I felt the fury flush my entire head to crimson. “I had plenty of opportunity to pass him but he kept blocking me. Next time I see that fucking shit-head he’s going get something to ruin those looks he’s so proud of.”
The half drunk pint of bitter which sat in front of me grew warmer from neglect as I stared at the old and scratched dark wood table. Sitting on a hard bench under the window I managed to block out the din of the crowd and the constant chattering of my two mates flanking me. The table in front of us, we were able to watch the room. Well, they did; I just sat curled over, my eyes fixed on my glass thinking about something of which I could not tell my mates.