After staying in all day, up to about 3pm, I decided to go to town. As we all know, well except Dfg, it's the xmas season and as I live in a city, it's fucking packed (and rather small). Coming from someone who grew up in London, this was something.
Anyway, as I was walking halfway down I realised I had not had any Tramadol or smokes in 24 hours. The withdrawals were mostly kicking in from the Tramadol and I felt like I was floating. Shit was good, people were there, but hey. That's life.
As I hit the High Street i put the iPod onto shuffle and on came Lamb of God "Kick to the Throat". Not my cuppa, but it went well, but with the noise I could barely hear it. Up came some Christian Street Healers and after telling them to go away, and failing, I showed them the album artwork on my iPod and the actually left me alone.
On the way back after getting some soup and sweets, I saw some middle class kids get cautioned "only for smoking the sticky icky, yah!" which was hilarious, so I stood there laughing and eating Nerds. They were a lot like this:
My City is full of those sorts, as well as out-of-towners, exactly like that. It was an awesome, fulfilling sight.
+1 there, too.
And on the way back with a heavy bag and sweating my bollocks off, I saw a friend of my ex girlfriends, who has a huge gob. Anyway, I beat her to it and basically sang along to some tunes on my iPod (Eksman drum n bass) and told her how awesome life is. In short - I felt like there was a barrier between us and I was on top of the world, giving this bitch a righteous dressing down.
+ 1 there.
So, ever get those days? Or are we the sort who doesn't seek awesomeness?