Twas the night before the night before...
Christmas is almost upon us and there's the stench of frantic preparation in the air. The roads are busier than usual, the shops are full of heaving trolleys and the people on the streets are barking their festive greetings at one another. In a little over a week this rigmarole will be repeated for the welcoming of the new year. You may call me a cynic for believing that this is mostly false sentiment of the masses. Their goodwill lasts as long as it takes for their good wishes to fall from their lips. They walk past those in need as quickly and as ignorantly as they did yesterday, and the days before that. It makes my piss boil. I do my best with what little I have but it's a mere drop in the ocean when fighting the injustice of what's purported to be civilised society. As a child had I known what I know now about mankind my life would have taken a very different path. I'm not claiming to be a saint or wise man, nor am I of the false belief that I would ha