Bradley's journey

What a bloody awful day. I got out of bed around 11am - hung ova on burnt out. Was going to see my friend Javed (who is on my social work course) in Dewsbury when I discovered that my car had been broken into - passenger side window smashed and my new CD player (which didn't work properly anyway) stolen. Yes, it put rather a downer on the day.

I have not been in this situation before and I pray that I do not end up in this situation again anytime soon. It is deeply unpleasant - not so much for the damage, the loss and the cost - but more because of the inconvenience. I reported the crime around 12.30am - which was when I noticed it and my new window was put in place around half an hour ago. At least he turned up at a reasonable hour - I was told between 12am and 4am.

I had to deal with the police - not a real copper you understand. One of those pretend policemen or CSO's as they are referred to. He was alright if a little sweaty. He came into my little flat, told me that he shoots rats and that my collection of politician's autographs are 'disturbing'. Well - that's my psychology summed up then.

When I finally got my crime numberI had to phone the Insurance Broker and Insurance company - and then finally the glass people. Like I said, hassle.

So what did they get? A CD player that doesnt work properly anyway. It only cost £60. If they sell it, it will buy them some dodgy smack, poorly cut and injected in some minging council flat into a trackmarked vein with an old needle. Hope they enjoy it.

At least I'm okay for marijuana at last. Had to buy it off some old crone in one of the flats on Kirkgate - 'Don't ye be a'givin' me number out to no-one young man.' Course I won't - just her address.

Oh why don't they bloody legalise it? When I'm drinking I often feel depressed and occasionally angry - less so as I get older - the hormones have settled you understand. When I'm on weed I am merely happy and harmless - a little like Cliff Richard or Aled Jones - yes, they are happy and harmless (for the most part). Life suddenly becomes somehow enjoyable. Problems all disappear for a little while. Yet alcohol remains the acceptable drug in society. A drug that causes hang-overs and a mess in Casualty on a Saturday night, fights and broken noses, damged egos and puked up pizzas and curries, people being afraid to walk in certain areas at certain times, people become incredibly stupid and boring - people wanting to be beaten up or else to beat you up. And yet it does truly remain our drug of choice. Oh, I'm not advocating prohibition - indeed where would I be then? I'd be forced to drink Kaliber. No, I'm simply suggesting that the law should be fully reformed. Grass should be made easily available and completely legal - that way we wouldn't be forced to deal with morally deprived drug dealers and the effects of what is (despite what the dope-heads may argue) a pretty unethical trade. We may even start to do something about resin and skunk - for they are by no means a safe option - there are plenty of stories of mental illness attained from those substances - Lord knows what they are mixed up with and skunk is far too strong anyway.

Anyhow, that's merely my view. And now, it is late, I am tired, it's been an awful day and I must hope that tomorrow is somewhat brighter.

Bradley -x-

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