A new beginning I thought, moving out of chez arthur.
A new beginning indeed it was.
I'm still blinded by the fact that there's sunlight in my room. and lots of it. Thank god for it being summer.
However, the day that I came to suss out my room I discovered that there'a gang war going on
and that someone went and shot someone else at wansworth prison and that someone got followed by that someone else's gang while he was visiting someone at the flat that I now live it, and shot him dead.
Nevertheless, since there's sun in my room, I said to myself,
Mother told me not to go and shoot gang members at wandsworth prison, and lookie here, i'm still alive!
Today I got home with a spring in my step.
All ready to settle in, unpack and bake a massive mango coconut cake.
I thought I heard a gunshot like noise, but more like a kid's toy kind of thing and just laughed about it with my new flatmate.
an hour later someone knocked at the door.
Now living somewhere where someone got shot, when you know you're not expecting guests you dont really want to open doors.
I peep out, there's two guys standing out the door.
they look pretty decent and friendly.
So I open the door and they're from the police.
It was a true CSI moment.
They wanted to ask me if i'd heard the gun shot.
I couldnt imagine they were talking about it just now, like at 5.30 in the afternoon?
I thought maybe they're still investigating the murder,
so I asked, when?
and they said, about an hour ago.
oooh... yes.. indeedy. I did.
they asked if i'd seen anything. nope.
I gave my name and said i'd phone if anything came up!
and then around our whole flat, was taped off! with police tape.
I guess, you could be kind of worried about this, but then again, i find it quite comical.
what the hey eh?
questioned by the pol-ice! that dont happen very often!
I give today a.. upside down A+!
cake came out nice, havent tasted it yet.
I'm going to listen to some dixie chics now and float and smoke.
A new beginning indeed it was.
I'm still blinded by the fact that there's sunlight in my room. and lots of it. Thank god for it being summer.
However, the day that I came to suss out my room I discovered that there'a gang war going on
and that someone went and shot someone else at wansworth prison and that someone got followed by that someone else's gang while he was visiting someone at the flat that I now live it, and shot him dead.
Nevertheless, since there's sun in my room, I said to myself,
Mother told me not to go and shoot gang members at wandsworth prison, and lookie here, i'm still alive!
Today I got home with a spring in my step.
All ready to settle in, unpack and bake a massive mango coconut cake.
I thought I heard a gunshot like noise, but more like a kid's toy kind of thing and just laughed about it with my new flatmate.
an hour later someone knocked at the door.
Now living somewhere where someone got shot, when you know you're not expecting guests you dont really want to open doors.
I peep out, there's two guys standing out the door.
they look pretty decent and friendly.
So I open the door and they're from the police.
It was a true CSI moment.
They wanted to ask me if i'd heard the gun shot.
I couldnt imagine they were talking about it just now, like at 5.30 in the afternoon?
I thought maybe they're still investigating the murder,
so I asked, when?
and they said, about an hour ago.
oooh... yes.. indeedy. I did.
they asked if i'd seen anything. nope.
I gave my name and said i'd phone if anything came up!
and then around our whole flat, was taped off! with police tape.
I guess, you could be kind of worried about this, but then again, i find it quite comical.
what the hey eh?
questioned by the pol-ice! that dont happen very often!
I give today a.. upside down A+!
cake came out nice, havent tasted it yet.
I'm going to listen to some dixie chics now and float and smoke.
