[DanaC]

*smiles* That's because I am no longer a fucked up 19 year old nihilist with light fingers and an empty cupboard:P


[eta] better throw in a manic depressive boyfriend on a six-month downswing and incapable of looking after himself, and a bunch of slightly dubious and even more criminally minded housemates who'd elected to 'look after' us, since we landed at their hearth. Strange days. Passed in a blur. Learned more during those years than I care to recall, of despair. But I also learned a good deal about people. I saw, and experienced, a side of life that many of my contemporaries didn't. Whilst my school mates were off in university or the world of work, I slipped through the cracks and went somewhere very different. But the people I met...look past the shambolic exterior and the faint aura of latent violence and there were some wonderful characters. I've written about them before, I'll not bore you with them again :P If I wrote about them, people would say they were fictitious, and in some ways maybe they were. We mythologise our friends to each other.