What a fucking nightmare my prince turned out to be. The stuff that nightmares are made of. He can fuck right off with his jealousy & insecurity. The paranoia will destroy ya!
“For I, being poor, have only my dreams…
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.”
So I wrote to him earlier on WhatsApp. For we have been weathering an almighty tornado of distrust & insecurity of late. He’s fucking crazy.
Convinced is he that I have been doing the dirt on him. Cheating. Having sex with ‘others’, as he calls my other playmates. I have not been playing around for weeks! Not since I pledged allegiance to his fucking dick. Have I ever felt less appreciated by anyone? Perhaps not.
Still an online breakup has turned into an online makeup & I’ll be seeing him soon enough. St. Patrick’s Day brings promise of a reunion for festivities & frolics at a secret location in Malahide. Bring it on!
Meanwhile, a crackling few days lie ahead. An evening of indulgence in cannabis & coca is upon me. Indeed my good neighbour Mars has just messaged me to meet him in the garden in 20 for a spliff.
Been smoking all afternoon & evening after a productive day’s learning in Pathways Centre, my home away from home on Granby Row.
My week began with Art History & Appreciation class from 10am. Today’s topic was a quiz, on Van Gogh mostly among others. We answered a total of 7 questions. I scored 7. I missed one but gained a bonus point in another question. Love quizzes!
A slap-up full Irish breakfast was served at 11am, midway through class. The works. I lapped it up.
This is where I get to vent publicly about what what happened after class……
Last Friday night was a feast of frolics with a pair of my mates, one of whom being Beanie, the bollox. His consumption all evening into the night was entirely at my expense…at the expense of my college deposit funds, due on Wednesday, as I made clear to Beanie.
The bollox! He failed to show up at Pathways, as planned between classes, to perhaps even participate in afternoon class, Coping With Change…happily hosted by Lightning Rod.
Following that, a fun Monday out was well hashed & rehashed by Beanie in advance on Friday night.
Shut the fuck up Beanie you miserable beggar. You’re a fucking liability. Wake up & get your arse to rehab perhaps? Then we’ll talk. Meanwhile, show me the money or a bloody fun day out, as promised, Vietnamese dining included. Prick.
I have much happier thoughts to be thinking. Thoughts of romancing a maniac Romanian. My beloved Prince Of The Present! I won’t hold my breath until I see him again for he’s not promising an appearance before Thursday’s party.
There’s ganja galore & couple of lines of coca for our reunion when the party rolls round. Feels like forever & a day even though it;s only 3 days away. Been 3 days already, that’s why.
Meanwhile I have an awards ceremony to attend. In Pathways Centre, with. 3 certificates to collect. For attendance in Creative Writing, Digital Photography & Food Safety. I shall henceforth be certified to work in any commercial kitchen.
My digital photography tutor is recovering from a stroke. He’ll be back in action soon, please God he makes a full recovery.
And the creative writing continues.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 