We pick up with the young man starting his journey along 'great things ahead highstreet'. With the straps of his back pack beginning to carve into his shoulders the young man is faced with a sudden decision needed to be made. Either catch the bus entitled 'fuck knows where we're going', or bare the pain of the back pack and stride onwards. The young man, over come with the responsibility and reality of the decision needed to be made panics and flags down the bus in a orderly fashion. Once boarding the bus the young man realises that he is surrounded by people he is far junior to. The adolescent boy takes his seat next to a colourless lady, in her skin colour, hair colour and beige clothing. It doesn't take long for it to become apparent that the decision he had made seemed to be the opposite to the right decision. As he passed the people having what seemed to be immense levels of fun on the side of 'great things ahead highstreet', it was announced abruptly by the also colourless driver of this nightmare on wheels that the next stop was beyond 'great things ahead highstreet'…it was the place of lost souls, disjointed memories both bad and worse and also called home by the devil himself.
The young man had heard of this place through the stories told by his now absent father as an attempt to keep the young man on the straight, narrow and pebbled 'great things ahead highstreet'.
It became apparent to the young man, that the decision he had just made would appear to be walking hand in hand with a large woman named 'Repercussions', a woman not known for her soft side or touch and more for her stern words and world war 1 esc torture routines.
This story was, and still is very autobiographical.
For now…Richard
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