I want to tell you about the time I trashed my flat and almost got evicted by the local authority.
I think it was about two years or so ago, I was having a really bad day, got in with a really bad crowd. I was trying to get some sleep on my sofa, so I had a duvet lying on the sofa, the night before I had hardly no sleep as so of the people I should not having known had came over to my flat at about 03.00, BTW as far as I can rember it was a Saturday night so I hardly slept anyway but as these people where on god knows what, I had to let them in as my front door was very easy to be ‘kicked in.’ They had managed to get some acohol from some where just beers, thankfuly, no spirits. They sat at my place until about 08.00 then they cleared off someplace else, I think they might have went home.
My arm, now two years later.
Three people, two friends, and another person I shoulded have known but I had because he was going with a friend of mine at the time. Called up to see me, I tried telling them I was trying to get some sleep but they talked they’re way in, I guess they could see I was pretty down that day but all I wanted to do was sleep. They started pissing me off, I lost the plot, started trashing my own stuff, picked up my 24′ TV and threw it on the floor, started booting it while it was still on the floor and plug it and turned on!! Then I picked up a broken bottle of beer that was left from eariler, start to cut myself on my left forearm, they stopped, looked at me & for some weird fucked up reason, they began to laugh, (These cuts, were quite deep.) Second fucked up thing, (my head was totaly shot by this stage) I began rubbing my right hand on the left forearm that I had cut a short time before, so now they ran off, down stairs to where that friend lived. A short time later her friend and her came up to see how I was, phoned the ambulance so I could go and get the cuts on my left arm looked at.
I was in the A&E (Accident and Emergency, like ER in the States), for that night, I had to fluids as I must have lost some blood, another problem, I had no money, none what so ever, Nada. So how did I get home, I had to walk it (probably a distance of 10 – 15 miles) walked along a motorway (which you are not supposed to do, as it is against the law) but by this time I could not give two flying fucks if I was dead or alive. The Police saw me walking on the motorway, were very nice and friendly (luckly for me they didn’t arrest me) They dropped me of at a service station, one police man was nice enough to give me £1 to get something to eat and drink. I continued walking, I then saw a lorry that was going for Larne, thumbed him down, and got a lift home with him.
I think that was the worst Ihave ever been!! And I hope I never get to be like that again. I can tell you that for free.
