SANDIE CRAIGIE

RWS

like something out of a schizoid nightmare

i felt like 3 grams of the cheapest speed money can buy had been injected directly into my brain.

To get myself psyched up, i put on the CD.

And there it was.

That voice.

Nae fuckin' about,

nae shite, just plain, hardcore, coogit reality.

“angeltech”

scale by frozen bit

wi ma fucking screwdriver.

I heard the voice, and i knew i was ready.

Now

or

fuckin

never.

We did it for the whoors.

Ah mind ae

Ah mind ae standin in the kitchen

Ah mind ae hur askin how ti spell Uru

Ah mind ae the fuckin holes in the walls, covered up wi postcairds and posters.

Ah mind ae the ICP, and Coil, and fuckin Alanis Morisette, an that CD wi aw they songs like “heroin and cocaine” and that lassy singin “the message”

Ah mind ae aw the fuckin fights, an the plastacine wars, an Dial Up an the milenium.

Ah mind ae no kennni what a goth wuz, but hinkin they wur cool cuz she got tolt she looked like yin.

Ah mind ae there wuzny a windae in the toilet, and when the lecky ran oot, it was fuckin scary.

Ah canny mind ae a better fuckin laugh than that hoose in the coogit.

Sorry.

The last time ah seen her, she wuz chuckin me oot her hoose, an huddin her son away, cos he wuz tryin tae fucking maul aes.

He hud every fuckin right tae.

Ah hink ah mibby cost the auld man his relationship,

ah wuz a fuckin eejitt then.

Ah nivvur got tae appologize tae hur properly.

Ah mean, ah hink she kent ah wuz sorry, like,

but....fuckin hell man.

Ah nivvur

got

tae say it.

if yer listenin, hen. I just want tae say.

i'm fuckin sorry.

And goodbye, Sandie.