My Old Mate Bill

Christ Billy I hadn't seen you for nearly 10 years. What happened to you? You were the one who woke me up all that time ago with your wise mad words and you're healing hands.

I knocked on the door of you're home, all the lights were out but I hoped you might still live there. I went back the next week and you opened the door. "Hello Mate". You said. Just like you always used to. "Come in. Wanna cup of tea?" We walked into the kitchen, it was the same as it had always been, papers everywhere, books piled high more than usual.

Once the formalities were out of the way you started to talk, well more rant really. The fuckin Yids, MI5, secret beams from Venus and the BT tower coming into you're home to kill you, secret signs painted on the inner walls of your home by the 'Secret chiefs'.

You went on like this for a long enough time for me to be very disturbed. I knew you were always a bit way out there but his was beyond the beyond.

When I got home I justified you're strange behaviour as 'shamanic', which in some ways it is. The more logical side of me thought 'paranoid schizophrenic'. That made me cry and still does. I hope you're ok mate, wherever you are.