Dead

There has definitely been an inordinate amount of stress about me recently.

The past weeks has brought the sudden death of an old course mate and culminated in the unexplainable murder and suicide of two people I know.

I would have thought this year would start with a cheerful note.

But no.

I have the strangest feeling that its not going to be good at all this year. I just fucking do. But fuck it.

I got the call early on Saturday morning. I was still in bed. The caller said he shot her and then took off towards the jungle with his shot gun. The caller had the cheek to add that he may have the buck shots I gave him months ago. And then on Tuesday they found him. Slumped face down in a hut with half of his face blown off.

Fucking tragic.

A week before that I was up north on a job and was drinking with an old friend I haven't met since we left college. He used to be my housemate. Four days later, I get a call from his brother and tells me he's had a heart attack.

Its no wonder over the past few weeks, I’ve half expected to look in the mirror and find myself transformed into a withered and decrepit son of a bitch.

Its not looking very good down at the saltmine either.

Ah, fuck it.

Where's that fucking beer?