KOOL-AID: i didn’t know you were seventeen

Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-aid... It’s been three days since the whole pond-falling incident. Yes, that’s how I’m referring to my suicide attempt. Today was visited by Landlord. Did wonder if he was “checking in.” To see if was still alive. No, that can’t be true. Because he would have come sooner, no? … Continue reading KOOL-AID: i didn’t know you were seventeen

KOOL-AID: only if you’re famous

Another instalment of Kool-aid... Not everyone is treated poorly in the church. No one in the beginning. In the beginning there’s such enthusiasm. An excitement at all the church will do to save the world. In the beginning you are itching to get stuck in. Itching to spread the word of this glorious organisation. It’s … Continue reading KOOL-AID: only if you’re famous

KOOL-AID: a crying shame

Another instalment of Almost Drank The Kool-Aid... Have always been clumsy. Mum used to apologise. I got that trait from her, apparently. “Dad” used to make fun of my clumsiness, too. Yet he could never understand how I could be so clumsy in normal life, yet the moment I stepped out onto the field, I … Continue reading KOOL-AID: a crying shame

KOOL-AID: night-time caller

Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid... Is a recluse still a recluse if he receives guests? Enjoying a packet of popcorn for dinner when heard a vehicle approach Landlord’s gates. I guess you could call it nosy, but by living in what I assume must be the gatehouse, I feel it’s my right to … Continue reading KOOL-AID: night-time caller

KOOL-AID: visit from the cleaners

Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid...   They come every Tuesday. A whole team of them in a van. Sometimes they are there most of day, others for a few short hours. Today, when leaving Landlords gates they pulled up outside of cottage. A young girl got out, knocking on my door. ‘Mr _____ … Continue reading KOOL-AID: visit from the cleaners

KOOL-AID: failure’s new clothes

the next instalment of Almost drank the Kool-Aid...   Not a moment longer could I deny the need for clothes. Might have been the Landlord, if truth be told. Yes, was a little humiliated by my wardrobe. And my smell. For these last few years have been scent free. Did not enjoy being scent free. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: failure’s new clothes

KOOL-AID: it started with eliminating toxins

To catch up on previous chapters of Kool-Aid, click the link in the menu above.   If truth be told, I thought it’d be a lot harder to get clean. I’d seen Trainspotting, after all. Not that I was addicted to heroine. Hell, no. It wasn’t Pete Doherty’s circle we were in. But bad enough. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: it started with eliminating toxins

KOOL-AID: when i met the landlord

To catch up on previous chapters of Kool-Aid, click the link in the menu above.   Was seventeen, I think. Had just been to see Mr Gruff for what was becoming our usual twice-weekly meeting of coffee drinking and smoking. Didn’t have a lot else to do. Was not in school, had no family, and … Continue reading KOOL-AID: when i met the landlord

KOOL-AID: they have the secret

To catch up on previous chapters of Kool-Aid, click the link in the menu above.     I know you are all wondering how. How on earth anyone could possibly get sucked into a cult? Well, obviously (and everyone who has been in a cult would say the same) I didn’t think it a cult. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: they have the secret

KOOL-AID: meeting my landlord (part 2)

Yes, yes, I know. Has been a long time since last Kool-Aid post. Not to worry, have rectified this by scheduling the next few posts, so Kool-Aid will now be back on board! To catch up on what's been happening with Almost Drank the Kool-Aid, click the menu link above. You can also read the … Continue reading KOOL-AID: meeting my landlord (part 2)