Are You That Somebody

So anyway, between sudden melancholy and fabulousness I decided to paint the town red. I don't do pining very well and if people want to throw away a good thing then so fucking be it. World = oyster and all that jazz was all I had in my mind. So I started dialling the numbers from my little white book and suddenly I find myself in CBB. Sweet.

So we were reminiscing. About London and about the time when I came of age. I was a little green when I first came in 1998 but I was a quick learner. It began in Iceni and the rest was a postgraduate course in the making. Good times.

So we took it back to the Old Skool. And it was summer, summer, summertime time to sit back and unwind. Where we are at didn't really matter. We knocked back a few and started grooving to tunes we grew up to. Where were you when the Mack Returned?

It was maybe 2.30am when Ghetto Superstar began its airplay. And we were dancing as though this was our last night. So here's to the past which made me what I am today. Line them up one by one and tell me again about OPP.

So we took it further and the crowd began to grow. And suddenly I find myself behind the shutters of a club. But the music was pumping. As an ode to bygones it was Vodka and Redbull all the way. And I guess the password to be given at the door just made it more mysterious. I used my second name as my introduction. If that offers me protection I don't have a clue but it provides an armour which I wanted so badly.

All the while Art was there. Holding me and keeping me upright. Making sure I was happy and generally out of mischief. So I don't feel like it is forever love but if there was a man who treated me right it was him. Maybe I should consider his millionth proposal but I am stubborn in my resolution. But a drink or two loosens me up. Maybe I was a hooker in the past life or maybe the white powder making its way through my veins confuses me but it is what it is.

So we made our way through the back door. It is 5am and I am tired of being someone else. So let's pay the bill with things you can't stomach and which I don't wish to reveal.

If you think I am spiralling out of control. Don't. Because the drink, the cigarettes and the drugs are within my control. I am the one that dishes them out. I am the one creating this. I don't want to be saved. IT IS NOT A CALL FOR HELP SO DON'T PICK UP THE PHONE. This is just an adventure, to see who in the hell fucking wins. FATE VS ME. ROUND THREE. DING DING.

I would write more. But is 6am and tonight it was all about doing it Old Skool. I need a ride. And you know the cost of that.God I am about to throw up.