Den of thieves without honour. New path.

Dearest Diary,

I have a job interview today. I will get the job, because I am the suitable candidate. Furthermore, I have decided to turn my life about, full-face. I have quit smoking. Ever since my father’s belt went missing (which was his fathers and his fathers) when some rogues came round, I have turned my back on all roguish company. Fair weather friends.

Gung Fu and Hannibal have been thrown out. I am moving upstairs, and will put Orff’s IMPERATRIX FORTVNA MVNDI on the headphones, when they come round. Ronulus will bark. The door will be knocked on and on and on, and I will ignore it. These, are young men, who have never spent any real time on the street (a year or three at most: nothing).

One of their mates has been working at a supermarket as a cleaner for several years now, he was recently caught stealing. I’ve no doubt they’ve had him under close eye for some time, and he repeatedly offended, time and time again. I turn my back on all these rogues. I tread a different path now.

I know two dozen really acutely intellectual people, but none of them, not one, has the will to learn anything. They are ignorant and immature.

Sunday is Church every day, followed by band practice.

Nobody heeds mine words, but I walk, the path, of the lonely ones.

Maximus Mercurius Arachne.