Always the End Times

When things really kicked off

during the second summer of love,

Richard tells me that there was

talk of the army getting involved,

but instead the path of least resistance

was convincing the petrol stations to

shut down between the hours of

2-6.

He must have been high on the

really good stuff then, so perhaps

it planted a memory of both sides

of the 

wow I've just looked this up,

the road between Manchester to

Blackburn is called the A666.

So, imagine, it's what, probably around 2.30am now,

and you're floating out of the Hacienda into the back of

someone's Ford Sierra to drive to a warehouse

45 mins away in Blackburn and the government's really 

upset about this and considering calling the army in

and the road you're driving on is called the A666

and you're so high that you've imagined that

both lanes of traffic are going in the same

direction and that's already incredible enough to

me, born 10 years too late,

before I even run a search on the route.

Wow! This world. 

I couldn't get out of bed two hours ago,

and now I'm living in this person's

quite possibly false memory and I wonder

what incredible things my mind 

has stitched back up for me so

my quiet smile has similar purpose.