The Day I Caught The Train
Walking through the streets of London in 2011, I was wondering where the fuck it all went wrong. I had a roof over my head, living with my cousin in a one-bedroom apartment in Earlsfield and life was good, for a while. I was sleeping on the couch but this was as secure a situation I could be in. -------------- The first significant domino to fall came when I asked him for yet another lend, this time £50 to go to the pub to meet a friend. “Food in the fridge and a roof over your head rent-free son and you want another few quid is it? Anything else? Ferarri? What's it up to now then, £650? £700? Fuck me, alright, here’s another £100! You’re in London, you can't get far on £50. Who is she then?” "Thanks, listen I'm going to get this all repaid. No, it's not like that, well I don't think it is!" “Enjoy but if it’s going well and hitting midnight, you’re in or you’re out yeah? School night and all that!” --------------- Trying to tiptoe in at 4 in the morn...