I had always planned to write a book based on my time at Uni but never could be assed.Now that i work fulltime i sit in the same shitty seat,at the same shitty desk, every day the same. It makes me think back of the first time i moved to Belfast, carefree, the only worry being where the next £5 was gonna come from for a bottle of bucky or a bit of soapbar..
This is my story
ps, Im stoned in work at the minute and couldn't be bothered starting properly so ill pick it up again on Monday
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