Competitive boredom

I just had a weird ‘class A’ moment…

I saw white powder on the sidetable. It was too fine for sugar, I thought. I had a brief fantasy: in spite of everything she’s said about her partner, she’s a recreational coke addict! She’s snorting coke RIGHT NOW (it must be when I go out of the room…). But she DOESN’T WANT TO TELL ME (for some reason….). She thinks just spliff will be enough, in my imagination… She’s basically PROTECTING me… (And if you add coke to the mix, no wonder she’s so skint…)

I reach out and have a taste…

Not coke but… icing sugar!

And suddenly I remember: Strawberry scones! Yesterday…

And I’m glad, sure – but also just a teeny-weeny bit disappointed….

(I last had coke at a neighbour’s 40th, in Fassett Square in 2001 or 2. And I thought: I just don’t get it! Boring people – who don’t listen in the first place – just get MORE AND MORE BORING – competitively…)

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strokeofbadluck

I had a stroke on July 26th, 2013. I was a screenwriter. Don’t do that anymore. But have found another way to write.

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