Straight Guy

That outfit is ALL from a Primark you know.

Okay, so you wanna know the story behind this photo...?  I had just got out of prison, one day before New Years Eve 2016.  I had only been inside for 6 weeks, so I hardly expected anyone to even notice that I hadn’t been around, so I never told anyone, not even my mum.  My bird and her family knew as i got arrested shortly after a family bust up.  However, my birth day and Christmas Day had both been and gone during those six weeks.  It turned out Everyone knew what had happened, I quickly learned this as I walked out the gates, switching my phone on, I soon rerouted from the direction I was starting to walk (towards my Ex’s, as I assumed everything was going to be fine...) back home to my parents instead.  I had a voicemail from my newly appointed probation officer, giving me exact instructions to follow regarding my future movements and whereabouts, due to my licence and conditions of release.  Everything had been arranged without me knowing.  It was now out of my hands and I had to return to my parents.  The same parents I had left as a child and gone into care because of.  It wasn’t going to be easy.  But nor was the journey home.  I had an embarrassing letter giving me ‘free passage’ on train the journey all the way back to Watford, that the prison had given me to cover the fare.  There was a coach replacement service half way through, I have no idea why.  I was only interested in trying to keep my cool.  I’ll finish this off and explain the photo too tomorrow

My parents live near the station.  I saw my car packed with all my belongings.  My ex and my old mother in law had put all my things in there and left it outside my parents.  I actually thought this was quite nice of them.  It took me about 3 months to get the money to insure it and get it back on the road.   It also took about the same amount of time for things to go tits up at my parents.  

At the start money was tight.  I had done a drug deal netting me exactly four hundred quid in the pocket, just before I got nicked by the old bill.  The jail held on to it for me and even topped it up with an advancement of some lovely government benefits.  Now I don’t normally claim benefits, not because I’m too proud, I would gladly enjoy the extra dosh.  Just my life is too hectic to keep up with appointments.  Anyway, that 400 quid was what I needed for a course of steroids and the plan was to get back into gym and start making some serious money.  I had to bunk the train and I ended up with a fine.   Like I said I had a plan and money was tight.  I’m a bit stoned right now, so I’ll carry on with the rest tomorrow.  I will explain about the photo, it’s a great ending!