49 Days In 1988: Week 46 – The Waiting Game

From Hugh’s Views and News

Hugh's Views & News  

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London – November 26th, 1988

By the time I went out tonight, Bob had been on my mind much of the day. However, by midnight I had got myself in such a state that I really felt ill.

It was only through a chance meeting with Ian, a friend I hadn’t seen since last year, that my evening got better and the disappointment of Bob not turning up soon subsided. Ian did a great job with cheering me up. We chatted for the rest of the evening, in fact until closing time and, although no firm plans were made, I hope we do meet up again. It’s a shame we lost touch, but London is a big city, and people do get lost and drift apart.

But where do…

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Driftwood

Poetry from ‘The Feathered Sleep

Can I Pray Real Quick

from Seven Says

Seven Says Lyfe Does Get Better

Dear whoever, I want to pray for me, my mom and my city. I pray that I will one day walk without assistance.That I can do shit on my own one day..you know gain back some independence. I pray for peace of mind. I pray that my back n shit don’t hurt when it rains. I pray I wasn’t in so much pain. I’m grateful for the little shit now..you know the stuff I took for granted before..like walking. Man, I felt like this body was straight stupid..gon give up on me while I’m young n using it, man I hated this body it was useless. But yo I gotta live with it now. I’m still Ny, it’s just that my body is down..but I pray every night..can you hear it..will my prayer ever be answered? it’s okay I probably needed 100 and only prayed 70, is it ite that…

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Do Something, Baby!

from Living a Beautiful Life

Living a Beautiful Life

Mmm, lovely.  Light froth rising in the matcha.  The bamboo whisk really is an improvement over a fork and even a metal whisk.  Who was I to argue with tradition for so long?

WOOOTWOOOTWOOTWOOOT

“Shut the fuck up!”

Ah, nothing like the dulcet tones of neighborly love whilst basking in the warm glow of early morning light.

WOOOTWOOOTWOOOT —

“I’m trying to sleep, douchefucker!”

“Fuck you!  I’m trying to make breakfast!”

Several of our intrepid heroes convene in the hallway.  Sipping my matcha, I glance at the clock.  5:38 a.m.  I close my eyes, inhale, feel a small smile form, and exhale.  What luck that I’m already up and mindfully calibrated for the day.

WOOOTWOOOTWOOTWOOOT —

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I don’t know why it’s going off!”

WOOOTWOOOTWOOOT —

“Do something, fuck!  Take action!”

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Isn’t this good advice for life?  When something is happening that you can’t tolerate, or…

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