bluestreak

so yeah, this is me. i've moved on and i'm movin' onup. instead of sleepng on a mat on the floor i've got me a big bed in a nice room. i got me a garden, and space to put me cds. i got me a week left in recovery before i'm allowed out int big world. i played my final gig at the shitty bar on thursday, and tonight i did two party gigs at opposite ends of london. the first went swimmingly, playing soul funk disco and butt-shakcking smileyfaced classics. then the second one dropped breakbeats mashups, techhouse and the nastiest fucking junglism i could find to a bunch of wonderful drugged up tripheads. yeah and i'm still sober. six weeks now, and thats the longest i've been drink and drug free since at least fourteen if not younger. fuck yeah for the clear brain ting. i've got a whole load more poems and prose pieces ready to go on my blog... oh and the other week Once Upon A Time, an internet journal, optioned a couple of my poems too. not to mention the fact that cute julie from the bar gave me her number with big fuckin hints/ sometimes life is good. i could do with it, you know, and now i'm back again!