Who'd have thought it
I was at a meeting last night. My sponsor had invited a guy to speak. I've seen him around very rarely as he lives a bit away from my area.
He starts to speak and he's telling my story. South London. Similar time, similar experiences.
Suddenly I'm 25 years ago in a London High Street. Guy with a long ponytail and no front teeth brandishing a pick axe handle spitting obscenities at my ex. They lunge at each other there's blood and everything everywhere.
I say very little in the meeting just he reminded me of my sordid past.
At the end I walk over to him. "You won't remember me I ran with...". He instantly says my exs old dealer nickname. He pops his teeth out, impressive dentures, and grins. He pulls his jumper from his neck, an ugly scar and says the name of the road that late night altercation took place on.
We hugged with such love.
He popped his teeth in. Pulled on his Barbour coat and says "Look at us now. Who'd have fucking thought it.?"
He starts to speak and he's telling my story. South London. Similar time, similar experiences.
Suddenly I'm 25 years ago in a London High Street. Guy with a long ponytail and no front teeth brandishing a pick axe handle spitting obscenities at my ex. They lunge at each other there's blood and everything everywhere.
I say very little in the meeting just he reminded me of my sordid past.
At the end I walk over to him. "You won't remember me I ran with...". He instantly says my exs old dealer nickname. He pops his teeth out, impressive dentures, and grins. He pulls his jumper from his neck, an ugly scar and says the name of the road that late night altercation took place on.
We hugged with such love.
He popped his teeth in. Pulled on his Barbour coat and says "Look at us now. Who'd have fucking thought it.?"
