Rubbish

Rubbish! Pants! A day I’d rather forget.

When the essence of who you really are gets questioned, and you’re already beating yourself up over that question, life becomes extremely difficult.  I have no idea whether I’m a good man anymore.  I have no idea whether I want to carry on anymore.

The next door neighbours in work have built a new recycling facility, hence this nice view of piles of rubbish.