Wednesday, 16 June 2010

I wish I could afford a drug habit

Word on the east London streets...a new favourite drug is in town...it's called BROWN...

To say I was angry when I heard this is what my peers and acquaintances now choose to dabble in on top of Ket, Meph and everything else they call their trivial pursuits, is a mild understatement.

"Can I get into your night for free, mate? Cos I've got no money and can't afford the £3 door entry that goes towards paying the band, artists and you for putting this night on. Cheers luv."

"I'm so fucking broke but yet I always seem to have money for booze, fags and drugs...."


I am sick of all you useless layabouts who originally moved to London to allegedly find like-minded creatives and make something of your lives. Surely there's no such thing as peer pressure in your fucking mid 20s?!! What have you actually achieved? What will you leave behind when you leave this world? Have you any ambitions or goals as an artist? What art have you actually created?

I finally have a funded opportunity to follow what I actually love doing however being in London right now and around a bunch of totally uninspiring people makes me want to head for the hills and relocate.

I came from a supportive, financially stable background. However when I left home at 18 I swore that I would never rely on or ask my parents for money. They have spent their entire lives (and continue to do so in their 60s) working so damn fucking hard. It is not my birthright to take their money. I forge my own path in life even if that means I can only afford a lower standard of living to my family's expectations.

It is only rich ponces on the current scene who can afford the latest threads, records, instruments and drugs who go round claiming to be flat broke. They are not artists and they are not cool. They are absolute losers who get mummy and daddy to pay for the warehouse apartment in London Fields.

THIS ISN'T AN ARTISTIC COMMUNITY. IT IS A WASTE OF SPACE FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO GET TRASHED.

I WANT OUT.

5 comments:

  1. you will find, as I have in quite different places, that the trash heads are everywhere. And that, furthermore, no excuse will be too bold to be used. Prime exsample being an Italian village with 15 inhabitans, whose local artist also doubled as local drunk, still mourning Kurt's death (this was 2002 mind)with his only friend Jack Daniels. I firmly believe that it's not the place that eventually turns you into a dick, erm excuse me, trash head of course, but that this kind of person just looks for the perfect excuse to get hammered, all in the name of art.
    The fact that you hardly encounter these people anywhere else,is based on them being to lazy to actually organize anything worthwhile. Hence anytime you go abroad, or to another city you think: wow, these people are really on it! Of course they are, because they, just like you, have their mind set on something beautiful such as creating art, whereas the pulp of population is too busy stuffing their nostrils, and hence won't be seen at a place that might even smell of work and effort.

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