I return to the interweb courtesy of my good friend Robert, with whom I am currently staying. The previous weeks, following my last blog, have been turbulent; the changes in my life are as follows:
- I am no longer drinking alcohol
- I have decided to ditch my therapist
- I have just finished an exciting commissioned piece for upcoming artisté, Azeem Muhammed
- I will need to find a new home asap
July 2013 has been a dark dark month in my life. My trusty diary has helped me through the hard times but I will not be publishing these entries online as they are far too personal for public reading.
In brief, the past few weeks has been spent living on the streets. Due to certain unfortunate incidents, me, Spud and Lex got kicked out of the hostel. We got mixed up in a bad crowd whilst sleeping rough in Sharlston Common (south of Normanton, Wakefield) and in a scuffle Lex got killed. I was arrested the same night with many of the Sharlston crowd, although I have no clear memories of any of this. I first became aware of Lex's death two days later when I sobered up. CCTV showed it was Spud that killed Lex - she is currently on the run. The police tried to contact my family but didn't want to release me with no place of residence. Jo at the hostel agreed to take me back but I was kicked out again for drinking. Reading my diary, I seemed to have considered hitch-hiking to Thurso but I don't think I attempted this. Looking back I must have spent at least 8 nights sleeping rough. My only vivid memory is being frightened by a cat which resulted in getting run over by a cyclist and damaging my wrist. I also remember the weather being hot which made things easier in a way. I don't know how I managed to keep drunk but I did up until last weekend. I arrived at Robert's house on sunday and he let me sober up properly in his attic, where I am writing from now. I am deeply grateful for his kindness. My head still feels hungover even though I haven't drunk cider for five days now. I've decided to take control of my life and I vow never to drink again, EVER. My wrist still aches from the road collision leaving me paranoid I might not drum ever again.
On a more positive note, returning to the studio (for what seems like the first time in months) has left me in improving spirits (hence the energy to write this new blog entry!) Cleethorpes' rapper Azeem Muhammed - who co-produced a track on the upcoming TIFG album - has been working on a single with Rob and asked me if I would contribute. I've decided to do another remix of "Late Last Night On the Promenade" based around the rhythmic vocal montage Azeem composed (of a very clever american called Alex Jones).
It is a relief to be back in the presence of Rob who is like an older brother to me. I know I am cramping his living style however so I am making an effort to find a new place to move into for his sake. Tomorrow's task: see if Craig needs an extra set of hands in the warehouse; now: time for bed.
R.
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