Like a revelation, the wind struck me at top speed on my way to the bus stop 30 minutes ago. Destroying my sculpture like hair it whistled past my ears howling the words like gods own all powerful voice. It was saying ‘LEARN TO FUCKING DRIVE ASS WIPE!’
Tomorrow morning I shall haul my lazy arse out of bed early, get down to the post office and apply for my provisional driving licence. Things are going to change, before I go raving, jabbering insane.
Mahalo.
