With all this time on my hands waiting, waiting and waiting, it gives me ample time to consider my options, should the army (medical) go tits up and my dreams smashed in a haze of bureaucratically socialist fuelled bullshit drowned in red tape and leaving behind it a broken sole, forever wandering this so called life in limbo.
In another life, I suppose, I would have liked to have been a punk skater, being heavily into the music and fashion but never really got into the whole scene. I would have loved to hang out all day at a skate park, designing my own board and shit. I think there is an artistic side to my personality but just don’t know how to release it.
That’s the one advantage to not being in the army, really, I mean know way would I be able to do half the shit I would like to; beard, drugs, writing and painting during the day, raving during the night. That and not being shot at. Well, unless you’re from Nottingham.
It’s a comfort to realise that I do still have options and cards to play, should I be dealt a crap hand, even if they aren’t aces! I’d love to take up painting as like a hobby but I have know clue at all how to get into it, or even what I want to get out of it. Help! Any artist people out there I need advice haha ah well be kinda cool to see if I get into it, fuck knows how though. Maybe I’ll go on the rob and borrow a few pieces from Tate Modern and pass them off as my own. Yeah, that’ll do.
Write, time to get a ticket to London then . . .
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