Two days without my Olanzapine. Strange things are happening, I feel incredibly powerful and sexy, I can’t focus on people’s words and all I could think when the salesman at Jessops waxxed lyrical about the artistry of Crank 2 was : ‘I wish I hadn’t chucked my meds’ I had a powerful encounter with some casual acquantance from the coffee shop, then a radiant conversation delighting in the misunderstood genius of Stallone and Mickey Rourke with the caretaker at where I work. This morning I walked past the 2nd most beautiful woman in Brighton, a redhead with a Zooey Deschanel type quality, I replayed that moment in my head about ten times, all I can think about is the new Electric Wizard album, out today, and quite frankly there’s no way I am going to get any work done today. I just want to ponce about Brighton spending money and drinking coffees, but I’m 35 not 25. Time to haul myself to boots and pick up my ‘script.
Posted on Monday, 1 November 2010
