Came home early last night, chill by myself for a bit, watch some iplayer or something. Got into bed, put on some 'everwood' (about small town families 'n' shit). Everything went black.
Turns out whole street had power cut.
Not afraid of the dark, just need to know deets. Went outside, talked to neighbours. Seconds turned to minutes, hours etc, we were chatting about people we both know, places we've been etc, was pretty chill. Never would have ever met these people otherwise.
Was pretty chill.
Thinking this morning that I would never have talked to neighbours if it wasn't forced to me by the powercut.
Maybe this was a good thing?
Maybe my road planned this so we could make friends.
Couple of us had a street party late into the night. Couple of bros brought down their acoustic guitars and bongos, was pretty sweet. Like we can still make beautiful music together even if we didn't have porn and probably all got interrupted from wanking seshes. Didn't bring mine down, didn't want them to think I was just following everyone else, want to keep my originality on the road, want to be looked up to, not across.
Made a new friend. Going out tonight.
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