This week...

My toes hurt and my fingers have lots of tiny cuts that hurt every time I touch anything. My skin on my face and nose is raw with windburn. I'm tired all the time and have to be in bed by twelve. The weekends are lazy and too short for recovery.

I forgot how bloody hard this couring lark is.


Life seems a little repetitive these days. Seems like I ve been dragging my body through sand and the only way i can cut the rope that is attached to some car is to leave Dublin and start again. I'm not sure I'm abe to do that. Still couriering nearly five years on and after completing a empty and remote degree, the situation I find myself now in appears locked. Money is so tight in this game thats its like the last 15 years economic boom didn't happen. Maybe It didn't.

It didn't happen for a lot of people. Theres been five murders in the last week over gangs and drugs. A few guys kidnapped a family while there son who worked in a Bank had to take out 6 million Euro. The guys beat up his wife and got away. Luckily the police caught two of them and half the money back. Money the banks dont have. Now more gangsters have more money and can walk around more dangerous and capable then before.

What happens? Nothing. We still buy our coke and pills, MDMA, hash and the rest. While the guards raid weed shops looking to crack down there minimal teenage trade. The message, grow your own.

Also this week several people were really rude to me as I picked up each drop around town. Women are the worst. They work in offices. They don't understand really that I am a person other than a service. I'm not sub servant but I am polite, too polite maybe as these people let me down, making my otherwise pleasant day a little tainted. Middle aged women are the best and worst so I shouldn't make a sweeping generalisations like before so I take it back. I had one lady explain to me very plainly that I was to return with the bag I was carrying there post in. I couldn't suppress the laughter as she was speaking. Maybe I do look like a fool or even maybe others have lost the bag before. But generally as a rule in life, if your picking up something in a bag you generally return it. What did she think? I wasn't going to return my direct/return drop. I suppose I appeared ignorant to her laughing at her repeating herself. She just didn't get that at nearly 30 I could understand simple instructions.

Enough moan. Other than that the week was good. Next week might be bittersweet with farewells and closing doors but in the end at least I have my bike and apparently tomorrows suppose to be a nice day.