I’m saving every penny in these poverty times – as much as possible – I’ll turn to my fantasies to keep me warm. Hoodies too.

I’ll have to think of ways of getting by but it shouldn’t be just about that – I’m grateful for what I have. I’m so frustrated at all this. I’m really strugglin’.

But I’ll keep at it. My words keep me goin’. This is grim – poetry beats this realism.

No wonder why I prefer my fantasies. Because this reality is shite. Time to talk Spanish for the night.