The Envy Machine

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I don’t think I can respect anyone who ostentatiously gives up drinking for a healthy lifestyle of water, green beans and brown rice, just so they can live longer to reminisce about the good old days of whiskey and soak.

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In a shop full of soap a young female staff member, half my size and twice my superior, leaves her position by the door and stands next to me.  For a brief moment I delude myself that there is chemistry there, but I’m sure she has me nailed down as a shoplifter.

There is nothing so obvious as a liar who tells the truth, which is why I cannot relax in expensive shops.  I nearly had a panic attack in Selfridges once, and I found myself stumbling around as though blind drunk, instinctively flinching away from anything that brushed the hairs on my hand, whilst my friend floated around looking at lipstick.  I wanted to stand on the beauty counter, open my coat wide and say I’M NOT A FUCKING THIEF and, for a moment, it seemed like a foolproof plan.

I’m much better in flea markets, car boot sales, record shops, one-old-man-and-his-dog pubs.  I sat in one the other day; one regular with an empty pint waiting for a refill at 12.15…. fifteen minutes after opening…. old Louisiana delta blues on the stereo, hard wood, beer with twigs in it and a haphazard pile of vintage typewriters.  I’m comfortable here.  You can’t be judged by the judged; it’s like trying to multiply zeroes.

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One day this week I must drink some wine, write some filth.  A load of mad, teeth bashingly, hip shatteringly, thigh slappingly, dirty old sex, with deranged women cutting up silly, piss-weak boys into ribbon strips to tie up their presents, and decorate their fireplaces.

‘Tis the season after all.

 

5 comments on “The Envy Machine

  1. daffniginger says:

    Can’t wait to hear abouth this day. Lol

  2. Sounds like you’re just, going through the motions of life, without actually being there, living life…

  3. S_MW says:

    Oh fuck, this is good.

    I feel comfortable here.

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