Nail my doors shut...

I think I have been inside this house for four days...it is
hard
for me to absolutely certain as I am coming out of a
chemical induced fog after unwisely ingesting some horse
tranquilisers I was sold in a nightclub by a welshman.

I have no clue as to the time of day since the council
workmen came and boarded up the windows sometime
during my stay...they had no idea I was in here and neither
did I.

The dreams I have experienced during my mind's down time
would have been an oscar winning film with Jeremy Irons
playing me and Belinda Carlisle would have provided the
theme song. However,I would not have bothered to go and
see the film. I'd have waited for it to be released on
video,and that is by far the best way without having the
problem of having to drink a sickly oversized bucket of coke
and eating a hot dog that may have recently had a birthday.

I am aware of a strange smell in the room I am in. It is like
the smell you are engulfed in when a hippo yawns at you on
a childhood birthday visit to the zoo and I feel slightly
nauseous. it is not a hippo,however. It is the clothing that I
am sitting next to. That would explain the cold I feel, but I
wonder why it is that I thought to remove my clothes and
tear them to pieces before folding the remains neatly and
piling them beside what passes for a bed. I may try to call
for help soon, but I am afraid that the help may go too far
and I will be taken from one dark room to another, but this
time with a soft bed and tight security...