Questions Answered

Ok cunts after yesterday’s post I received some emails asking;

Why?

What happened?

How could you do that?

And

You’re full of shit!

First of all I will answer the latter.

You two cunts who sent you’re emails proclaiming me to be full of shit and that it never happened, I want you to come out from behind your anonymity, meet me and Craig’s parents for a drink, tell them their also full of shit and that their son is still alive and then I will break you’re fucking nose, both you’re arms and impregnate you’re fucking mother’s.

COME ON CUNTS I’M FUCKING WAITING

Now as for all the others

Craig and I met at trade school when we first started in the industry. From then on in every restaurant or hotel we worked in we worked in together. Craig suffered terrible mental illness and was on allot of medication but hated taking them. He would often stop taking them thinking he was better and could cope.

Sometimes he lasted a long time before it would get the better of him and sometime not long at all. It was not the first time he went crazy on me. But it was the first time he went crazy on me with a knife.

Previous times I have had to restrain him and even knock him out just to stop him. He even put his own mum in hospital after one episode.
It didn’t happen all the time but when it did it was bad, and each episode got worse and worse.

On that night we had, had an argument and at the time I didn’t realise he had stopped his meds. We were flat out with a full restaurant and orders coming in thick and fast. We were arguing about unimportant trivial shit, well to me it wasn't important but obviously to Craig it was.

Next thing I know he was freaking out and talking gibberish, screaming. He had the look in his eyes that I had seen during previous episodes, only this time he was coming at me with a knife. I also had my knife in my hand as I was in the middle of cutting shit up.

During the commotion and the struggle to which I sustained cuts to my hands, arm and chest which you can expect during a fucking knife fight. I stabbed him. It was meant to be a back-the fuck-off-air stab but as I stabbed out at him, Craig came forward and the knife went into his stomach.

Yesterdays post came to me in the shower and I thought it was a beautiful and truthful piece that I know Craig would have liked. I didn’t write it to receive sympathy or write it to receive hate mail (I’m waiting cunts) I wrote it for me.

I’m not a fucking psycho as one person stated; I didn’t mean for that outcome, it was self defence.

End of story

Now enough of this fucking melodramatic shit. It’s the Easter long weekend and I have got allot of eating, drinking and fucking ahead of me.

And I hope you do to.

Happy Easter

CUNTS