Thinking

I just went out for a fag. I waited for the loo, but I think the present occupant must have moved in. I'll try round the corner when I go. Outside I started thinking again about my younger days. My teenage years were horrible, and I don't like to talk about them. There are some black holes in the time leading up to me moving out of the family home. I won't have forgotten anything because of the way my brain works. It must be that I've done a good job of suppressing those memories. My brother remembers and has tried talking to me, but I won't let him. One of these days I might bring the subject up myself, and let him continue.