Addicted to showering?

While I sit and wait for my good wife to return I thought I'd use this time to offer a comment on how my yesterday went, it was different that's for sure. I shall tell you why at the end of this sentence. I watched a man shower!

There you go it's said it's out in the world. I like to think I'm a pretty open minded person but I didn't expect my Sunday lunch time to involve watching a man shower.

It was certainly something of a new experience for me and I'm pretty sure it's stuck in my mind more than his today. I think the impending time he was about to spend behind bars was his biggest focus when he woke this morning. That said when speaking with him as he got the soap out of his hair he was looking forward to spending time in the big house. To him prison offers a roof and a controlled enviroment. He needs that as I don't think he can trust himself to manage on his own in the big wide world making choices.

If you strip him down, as he had for his shower, he wasn't the worst of lads. If anything his attitude to life was pretty similar to anyone with a drug addiction that I've come across. When clean of the evil (he'd been locked up most of the weekend), he was honest when he said he wanted to stay off the gear and was looking forward to the birth of his child and sorting out a life with his girlfriend.

Sadly I don't think his addiction will be that easy to control next time he finds himself free from prison and with choices to make. His life is for the drugs and sadly the lifestyle he knows will lead him back into contact with those substances sooner rather than later. Then the circle that is drugs, crime and prison will begin again.

I hope I'm wrong.

More than this?

It's the early hours of the morning and I'm sat fighting the demon that is sleep, while I listen to a man snore his head off. This is real for me right now, this is what the extra 7p in your council tax is paying for, sleep watching.

Nothing is harder in the world than trying to stay awake when you have nothing to do. Admittedly I'm now writing this and it seems to have focused the brain for me, but what happens when the words run dry. I promise you questions will be asked if I fall asleep on this man. This man who's name I don't know, who's life I really have no interest in, is my world right now, the single most important thing in my world.

The Begining?

This could be the begining of something big. Likewise it could be a flash in the pan and I will add no-more than these few words.

Lets see what happens.