Jade Bruce: Improvised.

Alec

Hey! You alright mate? How ya doing?

Thomas

Oh hi, are you-

Alec

Alec, yeah I’m your new helper. I’m looking after you for this week

Thomas

Ok great. Nice to meet you

Alec

Nice one. oh man, so you haven’t shit yourself have you?

Thomas

What?

Alec

Haven’t shit your… panties? ‘cos it kinda smells in here-You got a dog? You haven’t got a dog have you.

Thomas

No

Alec

Wow this is nice house. A big place, man. |How’d you get it? I mean It’s not like you can walk or anything. man must have done some crazy shit, crazy sick shit. Cool cool. Oh my, is that halo-3?

Thomas

Yeah, it’s great

Alec

 I can’t believe old men like you play halo. My mates got this game I heard it’s shit bruv.

Thomas

Its all right, I mean-

Alec

He clocked it in like three hours on legendary mode.

Thomas

Really? I don’t think that’s even-

Alec

Can I play some? Standard.  Like one level

Thomas

Um not now im actually quite far from a checkpoint and, I don’t know…

Alec

One level, man. I won’t die man seriously man trust me. Trust me. Don’t be some flopped out breh

Thomas grudgingly hands over the controller

Sick to the yishin!

After some shouting at the screen from Alec, he eventually dies

Alec

Oh. This game is shit bruv. This game is kinda shit y’know? Shit. Mind if I borrow it?

Thomas

What? No

Alec

I’ll bring it back tomorrow, c’mon- two days. you know me, well you don’t know me yet, but you will. In time.

Thomas

I-

Alec

Safe mate saaafe. Wheres the case? Aah fuck it ill just put it in my pocket

Alec forces the disc into his pocket, a snap is heard. Pause.

Is that a rolex?

Thomas

No its-its

Alec

It IS a rolex. It IS! Lets try.

Thomas

Oh god. No! what are you doing? get off!

A wrestle ensues as Alec fights Thomas for the Rolex, this results in Alec being pushed off his chair

Alec

Oh mate are you all right? Shit. Man, thanks for the rolex though, ill just wear it for a couple of-looks at watch-oh my is that the time? Ive got to go get some girls, y’know girls with curls but oh. Oh come now, don’t look at me like that. Oh come on now. Come-oh  don’t give me that look. Im trying to help you and your just being a chief. Big time. Big time chief. Ok let me help you back come on old man.

Alec barely tries to lift Thomas

Wow you’re a heavy fucker aren’t you! Listen I’ll move you back on Wednesday yeah? Yeah? Safe oh and I’ll be back to take that tv to cash converters, get some cash bruv, Arab monay! you know how we do! Yeah.

Alec leaves

End Sketch

see saw

I see so
I saw the fall.

To hurt back

Or feel at all.

cried out

but it never shows.

the rush from my dear

no one knows

bleeding my soul

flows as London grows

a sacrifice so small

and it gives deja vu

of that time I talked to you

When my smile was so wide

though you said there was pain in my eyes

and after three more drinks I confessed

the depression was becoming harder to hide

as it was becoming that not much else was inside

You saw so

I let myself fall

to be the dream

we should have seen

now reality is abstract

watching my friends

be all these animals

that have turned on thou

yes, now the dogs growl

vultures nestle

wolfs hide and

eagles glide

I. always. run.

and turn side-on (wide)

have the wave drag

me with the rip tide

swim along the coast

towards the woman

who loves me most.


And that was her, my lady by the bar

she promised me a world of marionettes

She'll pull every string so i'll know what happens next

and her heart will be mine. so everything will be... fine.

as the woman leaned in to kiss, i told her this

I sincerely hope one day

you meet a guy

Who loves you

the way you love me

And I hope

that the two of you

will be happy

But smiling alone

has become a task

My love is something

you shouldn’t ask

What's inside

When the moon falls to the bottom of the sky
And the plants reach feathered clouds
My headed thoughts of pillows
Filled with black haired widows ugly
Blonde monsters at least ultimate warriors
Un-starved vultures to be the prettiest
Of all.
When my mind can comprehend
A helping hand cannot repent I shall
Breathe sea air. Jump from the rocks into despair
Hoping for a woman, longing for a friend
Begging for a sibling to hear my to hear my
Cry for a little more time. 
A day to get my shit
Together so I can weather the storm that is life
Because whatever thunder does,
If it is not for my advantage it will hurt
Hits not through but just in
like a slow bullet shot from
an old gun at the hands of a
classic cowboy wearing tattered rags
Worn out shoes; moccas I could only
Hope to walk a mile in.
Thoughts of cowboys eventually lead
to thoughts of you
the way most thoughts eventually do, 
I grab a backpack and fill it with
the memories of a kite hill view
a smile of someone I thought I knew
two lost heartbeats and a crickelwood crew
but nothing from you apart from the feeling
of horses riding without owners you distilled in me
and sadly, cream. Fortunately, dream: nothing
but a thing. and age ain't nothin' but a number
so like a fine wine I'll slumber
in the middle of summer of middle-
Oh America
I am yours.
the same way to the grave a hurst roars
or panic towards the sight of unlocked doors
So when the sun rises higher than heaven
and when the love of one stops me guessin'
and when we're all alone., together.
Have him hold my place for now honey
so when I get my shit together
(as I said earlier)
The storm that is life can just feel like a
summer breeze so weez wheeze like
our heart has sneezed at my shocking
nose bleedz. so he can take my place
but let him know, any time I want it
I could take it, but something inside me says
if i had it, I probably wouldn't even want it
so let me run. run like sonic collecting
golden rings chaos emeralds only things;
just like dreams. Just like age. Just like money,
and I think of money
and just as always
I think of you
and how you struggled, what you had to go through
Oh America
I am you!
Razor love is playing.
I wonder if my love could cut clean through
and just like all wonder
if things could get better if they found something new
what do you want with me?
some days you forget how I should be dealt with
but it's my fault.
I keep forgetting the very sight of you
causes pain but i love you so much
I'll do it again.
and i think of hurt
and just like all thoughts...
Oh America
Help me pull through.

Slowly but surely vanity creeps up on me.

I've had enough of dressing like a kid. Enough of looking like a feeling like a kid. I want to hurry up and be the man I know I can be the one that's inside of me. Or maybe he isn't. Maybe this guy needs to be found through hard work and dedication to the causes I believe in. If only there were some causes I believed in. To be completely honest I'm telling all of you right now I'm not going back. Not to my old stomping ground or ways. I have to be egotistical and vain and let myself know I'm better than the people I met and the things I did to them the things I did with them. No sleeping around in body or mind (thanks camera obscura). So that's gone. I'm now a blank slate. I have less friends than fingers but thankful for it. I will build with laugh drink fight and die for them. And only them. I learnt something harsh already: not everyone wants the same thing as me especially something I've been longing for badly. What I'm supposed to think is that my life isn't a story it's just a life but I don't think that's quite right despite understanding I'm not giving up on that notion. That life isn't a story. It is. And that's why I like writing. I'm supposed to be writing now but this is what I'm thinking and inside my head it keeps rocking and racking my brain it's not pain but it draws my eyebrows down and my sunny demeanor isn't what it should be. But I've never been one for moaning or having a love that's unrequited so I'll just face it and it'll be accepted and already it's easier to deal with. Just, came so close to the end of lonely almost finding serendipity only to be plucked into something that I suppose will eventually been told apparently will-of course- be better for me. Fuck me if I wasn't fucked already. So what I'm doing is stand up comedy a little poetry writing a play and spending more time with my family. Stand up is slacking but only because that stuff is hardly temporary after all I may be doing that for my eternity that may be the beginning of how I make proper money. Poetry is easy because my minds just come from swimming in love and now I can write that down and get back into the groove. The play's the thing and that too I've been struggling. The subject is just so close though but maybe seeing as my actual lesson is learnt the story can now have somewhere to go. Despite having such good company (daily) I still get urges to leave this place like Ricky. But even he said this city is in me. I don't love Camden town I hate and am Camden town and hate that I am it. I feel this place owes me something and maybe in my unsaid vanity I believe this city, this city yeah it kind of needs me. To show the pretenders that lie daily and the beautiful and funny stories that could only be (and again with the vanity) told by me. So I'll be doing me. Let him breathe please. Just a moment before I do something drastic and reek havoc on a bunch of punters who probably couldn't H-and-L handle it. I'm going to let thunderbolt take the wheel temporarily, make the Ultimate Warrior understand that I'm doing my thing you see on friday finally hang with Dempsey finally and maybe, maybe slowly with working and dedicating I can someday be the man I hope to be. But how many comedians do poetry?