omfg..

So, i’m walking home from the pub last night, relishing the fact that for the first time in a week It’s not raining heavily enough to take your skin off, and the air isn’t so thick that you feel like you’re wading through porridge in vietnam. Somewhat drunken.. Accross the road, towards the underpass that leads toward my house.

There’s two homeless people. Fighting. A man and.. Hold on, they’re not fighting at all..! The guy is wearing the trademark army surplus jacket, and a pair of filthy tracksuit bottoms. Except they’re around the tops of his thighs, and his bare arse is on show to the world. I can’t go any other way now. I have to pass them. I can see the girl looking at me underneath this guys undulating torso, as I realise with a rising feeling of disgust that they’re completely going for it, hammer and tongs.

So as i’m scuttling past, the guy yelps something that will stay with me until the day I die:

‘Uhh… Goin.. Tae.. Blow… Ma… MUCK!’

One year left in dundee, and counting.