Hammering in my head - Garbage

Boy i am wrecked. I think maybe inside my head there is a train wreck, all broken and smoking and maybe even a little bit on fire. Everyone on the train though it would be fun to take the train somewhere new but no one realised that taking it off the rails was a really stupid thing to do. Especially when the train is over a bridge.

I don't even know how they got the train off the rails actually, and to be honest, i think i was one of the drunk idiots on the train that just kept drinking all the way to the bottom anyway.

I should inform you guys of something though, before i try and go back to sleep.

Last night i had to deliver and envelope for John to someone important. That important someone was Mr Rickson, an eccentric old businessman who lives in what seems to be the biggest building in the city. He has all these people working in his building who are wear suits and sunglasses and those cool ear mike things that secret agents get to wear.

Anyway, Mr Rickson was glad to see me, and glad to see that 'everything in the envelope is perfectly as it should be' and he said 'Blake, oh my good friend Blake, if tonight is a night for any one thing then tonight is a night for a night out on the town with drinks and women and cigars in the moonlight!'

We hit a few bars and then the rest is kind of a hazy mist i cannot seem to see through properly or understand completely. I think maybe we went to lots of bars and i think probably that Mr Rickson paid for everything and i know also that i smoked a cigar because my mouth tasted like smoke this morning and i know i drank way too much because we were still out and about when the sun came up.

At the second bar Mr Rickson said 'Blake, oh my good friend Blake, there is so much for you yet to learn and if you learn only one thing important in your lifetime let it be from your new friend Terry Rickson! In time you can learn of the finer things of business and pleasure, and oh my friend, how fine they are!'

I have not been outside since i got back, and i have also not opened the blinds because i fear the light will turn me to dust much like the vampires i was scared of as a child. Joanne checked on me to see if i was alright and then laughed at me for a good long while before playing what is probably the nicest thing i have heard a beginner play on a guitar ever.

I think she might already be better than i am.

Okay okay okay i am going back to bed and sleep because i have to paint again tomorrow.

Blake out.