Wallace Town
By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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Wallace Town

Woken at sunrise on a cluttered sofa inside a council flat in Wallace Town to my friend playing UVF sectarian songs (do you do a chicken supper Bobby Sands etc); I enjoyed the anti Pope lyrics immensely.

What a culture shift from Belgium, less than 48hrs ago. Messages are still going through my head, tired of them telling me about “no to do things that are destroying me”.

Went back to sleep, catch up on the hours I missed at Hemel Hempstead. Woke at 11am, my Buckie pal is detoxing and in a terrible state. As I approach 50 I am realising rest is becoming increasingly important. This afternoon my Buckie friend gave me a 10mg diazepam tablet to chill me out, it just induced a groggy five-hour sleep but at least I have a break from the endless messages. Although my friend is drinking I am not, need a rest from the alcohol. At the service station I noticed I was suffering from mania so asked for some help to slow my mind down a bit, Valium and Heroin weren’t what I intended but obviously what I required; big thanks for that.

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