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Had another horrible dream last night.

I had moved back home but my dad was being really fuckin' horrible to me and I kept nearly snapping and loosing it. I know it not exactly very surreal but thats just it, it seem so realistic I woke up so depressed and angry. It was awful. The rest of the day I was in really nasty mood.

Still, was cheered up by Si's mate Bret who gave me the best compliment ever.

I was sitting outside in the porch in rolled up combat trousers, scraggy t shirt, cons and shades, covered in cuts and bruises making a mini pipe bomb, (to put another hole in the garden) while tactfully chainsmoking. He walked up...

(Bret): Yo
(Me): Hey man.
(B): What you doing?
(M): Im making a bomb Bret.
(B): Should you be smoking near that?
(M): Meh.
(B): Look up. Where you get those bruises and shit?
(M): Fighting
(B): Prat. What you gonna do with that thing anyway?
(M): Blow up the garden
(B): Haha, does Si know yet?
(M): Nah. He will in half an hour thought
(B): You're like Tyler fuckin' Durden you are!
(M): [blood soaked grin] Thank you Bret.
(B): Ha, no worries. He inside?
(Y): Yeah
(B): Ace, see you in a bit
(M): Yo Bret... When I take over the world, Ill kill you last!
(B): Cheers Jay
(M): No problem

And that was that...

Didnt do much for the rest of the night.
Put a large hole in someone elses property.
Played on GTA for a while.
Fed the stray cat who keeps popping round. Ive named him Hank From Hell... partly in a tribute to Turbonegro (whos new album is the bollocks by the way!) and partly cus he looks like he's from hell.
Then I spray painted Si's car bonnet which was all scratched. He wasnt overly chuffed though cus I sprayed 'Fuck Da Police' and 'EBM' on it in red, green and purple...

The car's grey...