Catharsis
I have always felt bad about what i did in uni 5 years ago.

I was out on a Fresher's week bender with all my new pals. It was brilliant. I think it was about the 5th night in a row i was out getting drunk. Top stuff.

In a pub drinking away, when suddenly I spy a wallet. Had a look inside when i went to the toilet, not a bean inside. But there was a fresh new switch card with its PIN on its funny paper in with it. Marvellous.

I nipped out to the cash machine. Didn't even check the balance and took out 500 quid. No guilt at all. Probably a rich tosser!

Back to the pub. I didn't even touch the 500 quid that was padding my wallet out. The night went on, and everyone went to a club at closing time. Not me. On the way home i popped the campus cash machine and took out another 500 quid just after midnight. Still no guilt. Chucked the wallet in the river next to the halls of rez next to mine.

Morning came and all my mates were at breakfast and my mate matt was complaining that he lost his wallet and that he had to cancel his cards etc and what a drag. He seemed rather blase about it actually. This did plant a kernel of guilt in my mind though i must admit.

Anyway, I bought an xbox and (another) laptop and he had to get a part time job. He kind of fell out of our crowd cos he always had to work in the evenings to get the money for his books and food and stuff. Towards the end of the year when he finally was in the black on his balance, he sadly failed his exams, and had to repeat them. Then the year because he failed the repeats.

Never really heard from again after that. Anyway, sorry Matt. I will buy you a drink if i see you.

(edited for me being an xbox memory spazz)
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 20:55, Reply)