CHAPTER 44
Sometimes I hate my job. It’s rare, and I realise that most people hate their jobs most of the time. What makes it hard for me is that I can’t just quit and say that I’ve had enough. A rock star can’t resign. Even if I stopped making music, it wouldn’t stop people’s curiosity and interest. Gary Rock All, singer in The Remotes, will never again be Gary Rockall, a regular man in the street.
Today I hate my job even more, more than I ever have before or ever will again.
After Lea is gone, a whole flock of emotions fight for domination inside of me. First, there’s grief, a paralysing longing, which leaves me standing in the middle of the room with a tear in my eye. I try to close my eyes for a moment, but even then, a weakness takes over when I just want to run out the door after
