It's not until the sun comes out that i realise what the people of my town, alias Dereham, do with their respective days. Now, you know shit's oldschool when the average age of the people that inhabit where you live is easily 60-something judging by the amount of OAP-trollies and the lack of space for price-payers on public travel... But if the people around here aren't the walking dead they're the walking lazy.
SO many 'youths' (media and general speculation of given age group) don't do anything, i've seen more kids sitting on garden walls smoking this morning than i have topiary-trimming, porta-bag pushing pensioners all week. Maybe this IS the place people come to die, or just live out their qualification-absent days in a fix of temporary jobs and benefits to be later spent on beers and tobacco. Or the 15 year old they managed to get pregnant. Again.
I have all afternoon to go jogging and do college work but i'd sooner eat chocolate and bask in the sun like an over-fed cat. The dull ache of wanting to yawn and sleep and merge one day with another until exams are over and summer starts is getting tedious. I no longer wish for summer legs absent of football bruises but for constant unconciousness until given trials and tribulations of my current life are over and i can laze about for 2 and a half months eating icecream and roadtripping.
Its safe to say for someone to comatoze me just for this waiting-period i'd surrender all my rice-crispie cakes and my still-depleating bank balance.
Sick of it all and wisdom in chains ruled last night, getting slimed by sweat condensation on walls and rubbed up aginst by aging men who are just as slimy was not cool. But then is it ever?
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