“Stay were you’re happy.”
(Colin Douglas Bell)

Glasgow.

Met two girls at The Edinburgh Festival the other day, stayed with them forever. We bonded after a discussion about a spit roasting and I was hoping we could have one together. They are stand up comedians and fucking cool. Invited me down to London for The Notting Hill Carnival.

2 days later packed bags to go to London and wrote Tom a note while he was out.
“Something or other…..love ya just the way you are, haven’t been sad to leave a place yet, til now.”

People always get into him about his drinking, do they think hassling him about it will make him stop?

I don’t like to cross the same path twice so I was intent on going to Spain from London then hitching allover the other side of the world.

On the way to the terminal I watched the trendies walking down Sauciehall St, couldn’t help smile at them. I laughed listening to the accents of a couple arguing and looked up in the usual awe of Glasgow architecture and said “fucken Glasgow,” with upward curled lips.

At the bus terminal I sat with some smack heads and let them pincer some tobacco out of my pouch with their filthy fingers. I read them poetry.

I just sat there without buying a ticket, bus after bus left. 1130pm came and I just shut my eyes focussing on my body hoping the clouds would part. I said “London” to myself quietly without little response. Then “Glasgow.”
A charge fired through my stomach and down into my legs. I smiled and repeated twice more.

I skipped out of there and pressed up against a Starbucks window to steal wifi, ringing Tommy on Skype.
Told him I changed my mind and was coming back. He said he was sad to see me go and that I was more than welcome to return.

We sat up and watched Tutti Frutti til 6am.

I live here.