While living in Slurry

I walked into Rupert’s house and he said ‘Leah, recite something that you have written”. 

Then, I gave some line about medications and generations. He said, ‘Ha! That’s really bad!’ 

It’s not that I thought it was great, it was that he acted so quickly to dismiss. I ended up feeling somewhat, taken back, by his comment. 

(By, no means, does the following comment relate to the note above, it’s rather a footnote)

Turns out, he was a recovering alcoholic and the fact that I was ten years younger and essentially, at the prime of my drinking age, drinking heavily, (totally fucked up due to my emotional immaturity) played a part in our downfall. However, if it’s worthy of note at all, we both very much liked, do like, Ian Brown. We would often play ‘The Stone Roses’ whilst drinking tea.