The Real People

Well here's something for you.

Was waiting for my bus home from work when this guy asked me if the bus was to Ripley. It was so I said so and he sat down next to me.

We started talking. Poor chap had been really fucked over by his ex. I mean, while Gina messed my head up and made me do loads of mental work (picking her up nearly 24/7, being at her beck-and-call at all hours, fake suicides, ya know... the usual), this guys ex had been getting him to do loads of manual labour. The guy had been working on a roof, got drenched, got himself cut with a rusty nail and spent the last 4 months in hospital.

This guy had been through so much shit it really put my life into perspective. He was homeless, presumably penniless, depressed, fucked around, the whole lot. But he was so... real. He wasn't these people in a suit who goes around thinking they're kings of the world because they have a nice apartment, this guy knew who he was, what he felt, how his life was panning out. I have a load of respect for this guy.

So yeah... I guess it's kinda weird. I was in Derby a few days ago when I saw a group of homeless people gathered in a little corner, talking. It seems so... amazing. It's these people who have the worst lives. They really have nothing. They only have themselves and each other.


That tangent has now been defeated by MIT:A... Wow Sophie. Moment In Time: Apocalypse is just... it's incredible. It puts you in a bear hug and doesn't let go until it's broken all your ribs. It's too awesome. I'll post the link once I have it uploaded to my site.

So yeah... MIT:A has kinda made my night so I'll stop here. Night.