Murray...

Murray (the rat) seems to like it here. He's a crafty little bugger, I think he secretly conspires with the mice to take over. Probably one night while I'm asleep.
JKM

chapter one cont.

From what I understand, this apartment is about 100 years old. I also get the feeling that some of the past occupants haven't quite left entirely, yet. Any left over 'spirit residue' in any place, tends to want to mess with me when I'm asleep. The slight tug on the comforter, sometimes slow. The touching of my feet, or the pushing down of my pillow around my head. Or a sudden scent of something. Or even the half asleep visions. I've got loads of 'em. I also get the feeling that most of 'them' seem to be afraid of, or should I say 'apprehensive' of me, for some reason. Don't know why. I don't know, and really, I don't care. It's something I'm not overly interested in. Sure it's fun to be curious about it from time to time, but most, if not all of the 'Haunting' shows with the 'Ghost hunters' goin' in to 'connect' with a spirit, is just crap. Most 'evidence' can be explained, most, but not all. However, you see what you want to see. There is no such thing as psychics, or a spirit mediums. They've just convinced themselves that that's the 'power' they have. Sure they have a 'power', but that's not it. It's something we all have to a point, something primal. Or more, maybe. OR, they're just crazy, OR better yet, and this is what I tend to lean to in my opinion on the matter, they're all con artists. People LOVE to believe in this stuff. But like I've said, I don't really give a shit.
Anyway, I've got to find my shoes, I'm heading to 'the Green' to meet up with an old pal.

(to be cont.)
JKM

first part of chapter one...

This is turning out to be a long cold winter, and the meds barley seem to take the edge off. The flies and mice scurry and flit around everywhere, and it's starting to really fking irritate me. I'm too lazy to catch up with the laundry and the pain in my ear and jaw is currently bearable, but that can change at any time. It's damn cold in here since the insulation in this apartment is poor at best, but it's still better than nothing by far. I must say, I miss the house I once had. Even thought it was barely more than a handful of years ago, it seems like it's been a lifetime since I left it. But that's a long story for another time, maybe. None the less, I'm thankful for the flat I'm in now. I've had a few meaningless jobs here in the Granite City since just before I left that house, having to also leave my job of 10 years at that time as well. Which was my own difficult choice. Although, I've often wondered these past few years, if it was the wrong one. My life here has become sedentary, and pretty much meaningless. A constant dysphoria. My credit is shot straight to hell, I owe thousands and I believe I've been sued. Not that I have anything to give. I have nothing. I have no house, no car, no savings, no assets, no rsp's, abc's or xyz's. Nothing. My health isn't even all that good either. I say (write) this as I'm having a cigarette and a shot of scotch I had left......................

(to be cont')
JKM

Hi there.

Thanks to my pal for setting this up for me, and letting me us his site, since I'm too lazy. He'll be posting in this blog thingy, whatever I've scribbled down and handed over. Enjoy.
JKM.