The pressure is on. I cannot have a drink without losing my thinking. Yesterday a good friend John came to Bristol after an absence of about 2 years. He used to live in Royate Hill. Then all of a sudden he decided to sell his property and move to North Wales. That was a very sad to see my man leave Bristol. Then he eventually settled down in Cornwall with his missus. And it was very nice for him to call around and the meeting, at midday, was emotional. So we had a fair amount of alcohol after he stashed his car near his bro's. I was quite drunk when I got to Dan's place, around 6 pm, where I spend most of the time. I thought I was it. I did not realise how stupid my thinking has gone to. I read an email from the Easton Community group and misunderstood it in a very funny way. Then I thought I will write a reply to it. Man or man I am so embarrassed when I saw the post this afternoon I nearly passed out. Well what can I do? Nothing as I believe what ever I done in the past was the right thing at the right time so that I am right here. Yeah sure it is very easy think logically all this shit but to apply it on the occasion without even realising it; is the aim.
I was very good I think in making friends. I came to Bristol without knowing any one but within a couple of years I knew hundreds of the locals by their first names. After a few months of living here and there I moved into the Block back in 1981. It was a row of houses on St Michael's Park. We called it The Block. No 16 was a total punk house. Next door 17 was kind of mixed teenage house. No 18 was a another mixed house. Then the 19 was where I lived. It used to be a punk house but when I moved in most of the punks have left. No 20 is kind of straight and pretty house. This is the time of the Bristol Wild bunch time. Dug Out was the place to be.
The shop was making a lot of money and the bank manager was very happy. And the life was so great I refused a great job in London as an Estate agent. The locals enjoyed me and I got invited to a lot of parties. There was a regular woman in her late 20s who used to come into the shop with her son who was very polite. But he use to ask for chocolates every day after school. When she does not buy he wouldn't throw a fit. But he will go out with a puckered lip. So one day I told him I was as light skinned as himself when I was a kid; and ate a lot of chocolates and that is why I am dark skinned now. He stopped having a puckered lips after that.
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