In 2010 I made a bold choice, to leave my job with no employment to go to.
Since then life hasn’t been great, I have stumbled from job to job (literally two of them) and suffered many cruel blows (for example only catching a fleeting glance of an urban fox, when just seconds earlier he would have seen the beast in its full majesty).
I now live above his parents garage and stay in bed quite late watching wrestling and the x files. It is literally no sort of life. Sometimes he cannot afford cigarettes, train travel, or booze.
I am is trapped in his urban prison cell, with no money, bills to pay and a landmark birthday on the horizon.
I have many skills, I am a moderate guitar player, probably a very good actor, and the other day I wasted an estate agents time to critical acclaim.