Hi everyone, I’m just another WordPress goon who hopes hoards of thirsty netdrinkers will gulp down his musings. I’ve made money and lost it, abused substances and am recovering, had a relationship and cocked it up. I’ve just been housed in a Mercia high-rise where, from my window, I can see the skyline of the city where my ex girlfriend lives.
Ever the obsessive, I stare a lot. My window is probably the most interesting facet of my life right now,offering a portal into the world below me. It has to be seen to be believed. Violence, drugs, gangs, sex – if my using days weren’t behind me (one day at a time) I’d be in heaven, as those below seem to think they are.Law doesn’t seem to exist – and there’s visible highs and lows even I, a recovering addict, can’t comprehend.
So while I’m voluntarily incarcerated in this god-forsaken place, let me, my camera, and whatever CCTV footage I can get my hands on bring you these tales from my window – I’m sure you’ll be as shocked, offended, dumbstruck and despairing as I.
The view from my window
Devon Pritchard 