Six months – Frank

Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer

If I had 6 months to live, what would I do and what is stopping me from doing it now.

Well… I would finish the writing job I’ve been cradling for eight years this very evening and I’d quit work before the last bell sounds. I would spend a day with my family and another with my friends. Then I would travel with her and her alone and see beautiful things, ugly things and real things. I would eat great meals and pull the piss out of important things. I would laugh and cry and be with her. I’d shag, smoke, and be rollickingly drunk for probably most of the time and bore people senseless with what I reckon they should do. Pointlessly pontificating in bars and coffee shops. I’d stand by an open fire and at some other point read a book to a little kid, that I loved, and ignite that same love for them. I’d say goodbye. I’d probably spend at least a day being annoyed that I was going to die and infuriated that so many empty coats were going to keep on living. Why don’t I do this today? Because my two cats are hungry and need food; so I have a job, which I actually quite like if I’m honest. I don’t do this today because I’m playing a longer game. So I sit by a fire – but not every day. Standing silently masking how unintellectual I really am with others doing the same in a rehearsed, beautiful, plastic dance. I get drunk, when I’m not trying to not lose weight and I’d read a book to that friends kid, but I don’t want to force it. I’m not bound by time, and I’m pretty driven – so things are happening fast enough… mostly…I have a beginning and I’m working on the middle. The end will take care of itself.

Frank

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