I thought that I may work with a brilliant engineer. I had even planned to go up next weekend. The ferry was booked and the hotel was booked.
I was on a real high.
But, as I had such admiration for the person, I prepared a “statement” that included everything about me; the abuse, the drinking, everything. I felt that I needed to be honest with him.
But there has been no response whatsoever and have to assume that my dream is over so I have given him all of my madcap schemes that will probably be put in the bin.
That was last chance city for me so my life is over and I will be forced to fester on the island until I die.
David's Diatribe 