we pull up to the show, its cold and miserable and we are playing in what looks like a practise room, again it's fucking freezing in here and l'm cursing leaving my gloves behind at someones house.it's so cold that l'd give anything for the warm touch of flesh on flesh right now.
l look around for somewhere to take a piss and head into the corner of a shed that looks straight out of the texas chainsaw massacre, l'm half expecting to be dragged inside and killed.
theres so many people around yet l've never felt so alone.time seems to stop when l'm away and l feel like l'm starting to rust,my insides a mess of circuits and oil.
l'm head back inside and dan pulls me over wanting the keys to the van, turns out he wants to go and sleep with some girl he just met in the van..l guess romance isnt dead after all.l am already so so tired and straight after the show we have to drive to sweden.
driving through the night to make it to the ferry port,everyone else is asleep and l feel like my eyelid are being pulled down every 2 seconds, to keep me eyes open is a constant battle and not a very fun one. theres nothing scarier than falling asleep into that half sleep/half awake zone that comes from total exhaustion when you are driving.
l wake u with a jolt and open a window and am hit with a blast of icy cold air. l read somewhere the longest a person went without sleep was eleven days,l guess after so much exhaustion your body just runs on auto pilot.
a few hours later and my bodys auto pilot has served me well, we get to the ferry port at dawn and board on, l throw my sleeping bag down and curl up under next to a window, l look out across the sea and my eyes start to drift....TBC
i can hardly wait to read the next part.
ReplyDeleteyou keep me entertained with great writing.