I stumbled out of the corner shop, 3 bottles of "chataeu tastincrud" in hand. Having already downed a couple. I just wanted to get back to where the others were having fun. It must've been obvious I was drunk - people who looked like they enjoyed having a stick up their ass were looking at me like I was nothing. so I shouted "oy - OY! - yeah thats right - you - ya suffering from the abscence of god but dont know it - yeah?". The couple looked back somewhat bemused - maybe frightened but I liked it that way - I like to taunt the masses when I'm on red wine. Next guy comes along - looks like a "no shit" factory worker so I says "Never forget that you owe the revolution something brother, jesus hates us and you dont do jack fer the revolution". shit !, you lot reading this dont fuckin criticise dont even think it - just fuckin read ok - so what if you dont yet get the tactic - JUST READ ! So anyway I've got the wine and I gotta walk half a mile through bournemouth to get back to my mates place where we just doing some wine and dope and a bit a coke but that aint the interestin bit - the interesting bit is whats my relation to strangers when I'm on red wine? I get to the bit where barclays bank is on your right hand side - and the park is to your left across the road. A geezer comes around the corner wearing a ripped jacket with the word FUCK written up one sleeve and in orange spray written up one leg of his trousers is the words "GOD KNOWS" and up the other leg was written "youre a ****" so I shouts out " OY JESUS FREAK !" "OY WANNA BOTTLE A WINE YA FUCKIN GOD FREAK"? the geezer looks back at me so I said " yeah I know you do and I talk poetry too " He walks back toward me and says - "strange we never met before - I thought I knew all the poets in this fair bournemouthy town" So I gave him his wine and we sat on the grass in the park he told me of catcher in the rye and aldous huxley and in return I satiated his desire with Camus an Sartre - and totally freaked him with a bit of Deborah Levy and Laurie anderson and we laughed and agreed that red wine is the best creative juice. so I trusted him and we became friends instantly and after 10 years he is still a great friend and that night my other friends dug the fact that literature gave him great pleasure too and now we are all friends and that is my relationship to strangers I love some of em - I love some of the people who are strangers to you and we all think red wine is the best creative juice - not even coke or dope beats it
