How many fings???

Sunday, August 2nd, 2020.

I’m simply stunned. After everything, I genuinely believed that nothing could surprise me any more. Bam! A dear friend and “Work husband” as My Lady called him, has had to deal with a death close to home in the most tragic and horrific circumstances. It doesn’t matter how many times I say to myself ‘Well its all fucked anyway, so apocalypse mode enabled, full worst case scenario in all things.’ You could never expect this kinda shit. Awful things KEEP happening… Again and again and again. And I’m constantly surprised still. It’s so annoying. I’ve calmed down now but I’m still sat here in the garden smoking and shaking my head saying WTF repeatedly. I mean… WTF!!??

What the hell is going on? People keep dying around me. If I was superstitious, I would be certain I/we had been hexed. Now it seems I’ve passed the hex on. This isn’t a fucking relay race.

So what now? I’m on standby as my friend is in autopilot mode. You know, the mode most of us fall into when real trauma rears it’s ugly head. The poor guy is a legend.