In his teens he said he beat up his games teacher and so was incarcerated for several years in a mental hospital, diagnosed with a personality disorder. I quizzed him closely on this and it turns out he was an Antisocial Personality Disorder. So I kept saying "O wow! You're a real life Demented Psychopath!" to which he eventually started to take exception (and of course he was drunk) until I pointed out that I'm a manic-depressive junkie. And then he was laughing at me.
We sat for over an hour on the high street as people breezed past throwing disparaging glances. Especially when Ronald (for that's his name) was glugging more alcohol down his neck (which seemed to be the large marjority of the time.)
Then a drunken Pole came and joined us with a fire extinguisher sized bottle of white cyder, telling us in very broken English, that the electricity in his one-bedroom flat cost £20 a month. Which is more than double what mine costs. I also have gas, which is costing £5 a month at the moment, though I have an overdue bill (which the neighbours had tossed in the bin, along with about 500 parking ticket notices and court summonses for the deadbeat upstairs) requesting payment for more than three times the amount of gas actually used. Estimated bills are a real pisser.
The police drew by and gawped at us on several occasions, but we never got reprimanded. The local shops are a "Controlled Drinking Zone", which means streetside supping is banned.
Then it was too late and I was starving.
Well they say a man is known by his friends and one of mine is a True Life Demented Psychopath ~~ so what does that say about me~??
I got five Orbital albums today for £16 ... this is a beautiful tune. I used to play it every night to make me sleep...