4 Months Dry And Chasing A Wee Red Squirrel Up A Tree.
I’m celebrating 4 months off the piss today. It’s a good day. I went to a bar there and I was reminded of how I always hated the fucking rowdy bar experience with wankers everywhere shouting stupid shit about their stupid fucking mate Dave (who is a total legend).
Dave’s a cunt and they need to clamp his mother for shitting him out in desperation. Send her on the slow boat to Australia and watch her fucking burn for her sins. Get the UN to place sanctions on her hole in case another Dave arrives all gormless and fucking cunty.
I’ve been feeling energetic of late. The 390 miles ran in February has seriously boosted my fitness and I find myself starting to run even when I’m walking. I sprinted back from Alexanderplatz tonight after Hot Chocolate at Starbucks. I bought myself two new pairs of running shorts at Decathlon as I only brought two pairs along with me on my 20 day trip. I’ve ran 3 times in each pair. It’s fucking disgusting and I’m a pig but this is what happens when you travel light.
That’s another 40000 step day completed for me.
When I get back to London I’m gonna renew my gym membership and go at night to try to burn all this energy. I think it’s getting worse.
I ran today along the river in Berlin out to where the car bomb happened earlier. I stopped off in the Tiergarten and chased a wee red squirrel up a tree. There aren’t that many animals in the Tiergarten. It’s a misleading name. I don’t know that much about German history but did Hitler eat all of the animals before the Allies arrived?
I did 8 miles and it was a lovely run. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s. If I keep to the River Spree path I should be fine.
I went to a museum today at Checkpoint Charlie and it was fucking terrible. Then I went to the Ramones one near the hostel and it is even fucking worse. I hate museums. Always have. We had a museum back home called the Knight Ride and for a while it was exciting. You were transported back to 1590 in a cable car and you smelled the smells which basically amounted to shit and potatoes. It was like a poor man’s Jorvik Centre which in itself is harrowing and depressing beyond compare.
I used to always go to bars instead of theatres, art galleries and museums. I hate almost all art and culture. It is all fucking useless. Bars are like museums in themselves. You have people trapped in the past telling their stories about how Dave has now cut his cock off as a New Year’s prank and he’s only pissing with the aid of a straw.
120 days sober. I probably should learn humility. I just seem to be getting angrier and I don’t like you or your head.