Salami came back, he said he'd be back (just like any normal man) and was gone for like 3-6 months. He just showed up again tonight.
He gave me a hug and that definitely wasn't his hand or his wallet I could feel, I purposely did a limp, arms down, you hug me kinda hug.
When he arrived, I almost didn't answer the door 'cos I was drying away tears from having cried for the last few days about my dad's demise. He listened, perhaps that's how come I let him in, perhaps why he came back around.
Then I retrieved the shoe box in which I'd thrown all the will bits and the obits. I'd chucked it on the top shelf above in the bedroom and not cleaned it or even looked at it for at least a year and long before I had the nasty fire in here last August (when I also landed on Getbig, the day after mental head case married with a kid on drugs that didn't I don't think even got slapped around the face for it) bashed in my door. I'm digressing...
So I'm having a minor teary thing about my sad dad leaving all his money to his new wife of 6 years and my Mum phones. I've not spoken to her for 2 weeks as, as I've said, I have for some reason, been wondering what drugs my Dad was on when he signed his will. And I don't phone anyone when I'm not at my best.
Anyways, I had to listen to an hour or so about my mother's health. When I told her I've had a bad few weeks unable to sleep, just now realising that I've not yet grieved appropriately about my Dad, she changed the subject (to herself, as per usual)
God, I'm going on and on aren't I
the swami just sat there and watched me cry and attempt to turn the conversation positive (which is impossible with my Mum.
blah blah
after that he held me again and I asked if I could wash Swami's dirty clothing. Instead I went to the shops to get him some food. He made me laugh and then I gave him shit for not showing back up last time. But he'd not actually said he was coming back the next day.
But today he said he'll see me tomorrow at 10am. I'm sure he was trying to stay the night but
I said I gotta see you later.
He's even fitter and taller than I remember.
should I put him up? I think he's legit. I showed him the internet again and after two minutes he'd clicked the sell me porno box again. We were looking up the stars, Mercury retrograde and you still get little adverts selling you sex on that.
I took his photo again. The last two times I tried, they didn't come out whereas the whole rest of the film did. He could be a ghost or a figment of my imagination, but I think not.
We discussed life and love and yoga and I said we could meditate. He kissed me on both cheeks as he left, just like any other lovie in this part of west London, and said ta ta, I'll spend this week and make you a birthday cake.
Should I? This is the God's honest truth.
The guy wears 2 or 3 sheets and carries another big sheet on his back with all his wordly belongings
Oh I'm just posting for the sake of it.
Hopefully i'll be busy
wish me luck
god be with you (and me
xL
