Cheap Shout

I was awake early, 7am, tossing and turning in my bed – luxuriously, comfortably, but I couldn’t go back to sleep.

The heat of the morning sun was against my bedroom wall,

Get up, go to the supermarket, milk, muesli, apple and fruits of the forest juice, margarine, toilet paper, make a list.

Drink the juice, smoke that pre-rolled joint, write this.

I can never buy juice. Apple and fruits of the forest, or that orange juice. (Make piggy face now) Because I always drink it all up in the first day that I buy it.

I never used to, one of my ex’s got me into the habit. Which one was it.

I’m on my veranda before 9am, drinking juice and freshly brewed coffee and the pre-rolled joint from last night. The one I was too stoned to smoke, last night.

Two joints and I'm magotted. The days I’m not writing, that is what I’m doing.

But what else is there? Get back on the horse. What else do you do when you are on your own. I don’t think I like being single. Time spent on my own is great, I like being on my own. But on your own, is on your own.

So, it’s off to the gym. And back on your bike, buddy. Fill in your time, play with your dog, go to the gym, ride my bike.

Juice on your own, is juice on your own.

And exercise is free.