Bring it on, bring the pain on, I want to face it
Alexander MastersHomelessness–it’s not about not having a home. It’s about something being seriously fucking wrong.
Alexander MastersWhen life is this dull, you have to invent purpose. Collecting torn-up newspaper gives you a hobby, provides an anchoring intimacy with your surroundings, keeps the streets clean. Or so you think. Then one day you wake up and realise that it was all a con: what you had thought was an escape from madness was in fact the arrival.
Alexander MastersTags: madness
Tell you what,’ Stuart goads across the pavement at the huge officer who’s rolled down his window to wish us good-night, ‘since you got so much fucking time on your hands, answer this one for me. Ten people on the street beat the fucking crap out of somebody and they’d all get ten years for it, where, in prison, your mates put on shields and riot gear and fucking pour into somebody’s cell and do the same thing, and they’re doing a public service. Explain that. And then they wonder why the person they just beat up so there’s blood all across the walls and screaming what can be heard from one end of the wing to the other doesn’t turn into a nice boy. Do you know what I mean? Do you? Do you? Nah, of course not. You ain’t got the faintest fucking clue, have you?
Alexander MastersJust because you met somebody, doesn’t mean to say you know anything about them.
Alexander MastersPut two macho groups together and give the first desperation and numbers, and the second truncheons and protective clothing, and the result is like a laboratory civil war.
Alexander MastersTags: prison
I wish I wasn’t me.
Alexander MastersWhat is left of you once your clothes have had their say?
Alexander MastersIf you’re fucked up in the head there’s no explanation. You might think about it one way one minute then two hours later you’ll think about it totally different. It’s too confusing to even try and put your head around it. Now, can we leave it alone?
Alexander MastersI wish I could pick you up sometimes, turn you upside down, shake all the bad things out of your head, and put you back up the
right way again.
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