Intuition

“What is wrong with us all?”
“Speak for yourself mate, ain’t nowt wrong with me”
“You know what I mean, just people in general, how come know one cares about these things”
“It seems to me mate that you’re just a bit weird and think about things too much”
He was probably right, but I couldn’t help thinking that something big was brewing in the air. I didn’t want to put myself out and take a guess at what it could be but there was definitely something big coming.
I once read a story about a man who had strange visions of a giant foot stamping all over the great cities of Europe; three weeks after his visions Hitler had invaded neighbouring countries.
“I know what it is Tom, your troubled by your lack of direction”
This was easy for him to say, he came from the 2 holidays a year, second home in Spain, Daddies credit card kind of lifestyle, which didn’t make him any less of a great guy but it did make him see things from a different point of view, where as me, everything we had we had to fight for, or work hard for, my mother never believed in credit cards so if we wanted something that all the neighbours had, we would have to wait till mother had cleaned her way up to the asking price, she said it was good for her moral pride.
“I have plenty of direction Huey, there just isn’t any outlet for it round here, Do you remember those days when we used to talk of getting away from this town?”
“Yeah I remember, we were all set to go till you bottled it and got scruffy Suzy up the duff, only to find out 9 months later it was Leroy’s baby”
“Ok, forget I said that, I don’t want to remember Suzy, the bitch, you’ve got me started now”
“Come on mate let’s go down the Jorvic and forget about your bad day”
A bad day seemed to be the normal for me since our Mandy had been sent down, I was living with her in a little street house before she was sent away, things where great then, I got fed and housed, and some of the parties she used to host there were absolutely wild, I loved it.
We left the caf and headed left onto panel street, opposite the old church yard, days gone by we would have been in there drinking our bottles, but we were getting to old for that now. Besides I never did like the idea of drinking while those dead bodies are laying a few feet below us, kinda spooks you out.

We were just walking along when I noticed a strange guy lurching about over the otherside of the road on the pavement, I couldn’t believe it, it looked like he was floating a few feet from the ground.
“Huey, check that crazy fucker out over there, am I tripping?”
“Who, where?”
“Him, the bloke in the green hoodie, hes fucking floating.”
“Where you on about ya weirdo?”
“Right there!”
What the fuck, my jaw almost hit the floor, suddenly, bang, he had jumped out right in front of the 24 Bus,
“wooooh, what the….Did you see that Tom? A bloke just jumped in front of the bus”,
“that’s who I was pointing at, he was fucking floating man, I swear”
I couldn’t believe what I had just saw, never mind witnessing a guy jump in front of a bus but I swear he was floating prior too it. My head started to spin, I felt sick, there was women screaming, the ambulance arrived in minutes, the street had turned into a circus, everone running to see what had just happened. I wondered if anyone else had seen him before he jumped, was I tripping? I can’t even remember now my mind must be playing tricks on me.
“Tom you ok mate? Your spacing out, hey, snap out of it man”
“I’m ok it’s just really freaked me out, I swear down mate he was floating just before it, like right up in the air as if he was being lifted up by an invisible hand”
“Your weird mate, really really weird”