Another one of those memories that probably don't sit too well next to the first day at school and all that.
In-between these two events, I had apparently entered another pub and tried to relieve them of a bar-stool, before deciding that the thing to do was go out into the street and kick a wing mirror off a car. I might have put my head through the window of a barber-shop earlier, I can't recall if that was the same day or not.
The owner of the car chased me half-way around the town, before I finally fell on my face, and there, beside a phone box, I believe, the woman sat on me until the police arrived.
All the way to the station I kept telling them, "No, my house is the other direction", so sure was I that they had offered to give me a lift home.
The next morning I was supposed to show up at 10 to start work on a short film I was directing. It wasn't entirely my fault, but the film fell to an arse that morning, and thus cue yet more visits to offices where I was told that "As far as I can see, alcohol is ruining your life", and I'm thinking, what the fuck are you talking about? I'm 16 years old for Gods sakes.
Incidentally, the letter that I received that day, telling me of the gross neglecting of my position, since went on to occupy a prominent position behind a glass cabinet in one of the classrooms.
Anyway, the night of the screening, after I was being sat on in the front garden, later, when everyone had went home to chuckle about the whole affair, I suddenly got a burst of inspiration. As my fiancée looked on, I instructed her that I was going to take my guitar and hitchhike to Dublin in order that I might be a busker. Unsurprisingly, The Duchess was less than convinced of it all, and attempted to talk me out of the idea.
Instead of ignoring this sudden awareness of my vocation, however, I discarded all opinion to the contrary and climbed half-way out the bedroom window, guitar in hand, and bid farewell to this here town what raised me. Or at least that was the plan. What happened was I fell out the window and through the next-door neighbours roof, got up, and ran a few miles up the road before a kind ambulance, which strangely held many of my relations, arrived that they might see what the fuck kind of shape my body was in.
Article comments
1 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
Man, that felt good right there. I'm glad i got that out is what. It'll be a year this week, by the way, just by way of epilogue.
And to the individual who requested this here conclusion of sorts, i hope you liked it.
Thanks.
2 - Mary K. Williams
God Bless you Duke : )