Christmas, kind of.
10:47am
Somewhere in Louisiana.
A sense of calm washes over me.
Glancing right i see what little industry and life this town has to offer. A tug boat gently motors past with its load of coal, a lone pedestrian walks the bank of of the river and cars occasionally hum past the window.
The sky is a soft shade of blue and the sun is out.
This paints an image of happiness. True Americana. White picket fence. All that stuff.
I, unfortunately, am cloaked in an unshakable sadness.
Snow has come and blanketed London.
Normally, at this point, i would delve into its beauty and the way it makes everything seem that much better. But i shant.
The snow has fucked me. Hard. Cold. Unloving. Cum on my face, thrown me a towel and left me to clean up the mess. Fucked me.
BAA have fucked everyone. This is one big jizzy mess.
Families separated from each other. Men, woman and children all over the globe have been put in what can only be described as a most ridiculous situation.
Unlikely it is that i shall be able to return to England, i have come to terms with my Christmas at a loose end.
Yesterday i met a man called Johnny. He gave me a gospel CD and prayed for me. We spent hours talking about god.
I don’t know what i believe but it was nice to be prayed for.
He calmed me down somewhat.
For a while i thought he may have been an Angel.
Maybe he was.
He had interesting things to say.
I am getting fatter by the day.
Too much fried food.
I should fast. I shall.
I hope that wherever you are you are happy and you get to be with someone you love.
Johnny said that “we’re always by the side of someone who loves you” i’d like to believe that.
Likelihood is that i shall spend Christmas here or somewhere down south.
I shall let you know what happens.
But why should you care?
Love
JCB. x
