When i was a kick i just randomly thought one night [I didnt dream it] that our house might get bricked.

The next morning was a saturday, i got up walked through my lounge and my dad was sleeping on the settee. I thought, WTF? So went and asked my mum what was going on.

She said some drunk cunts had thrown a half a paving slab through the lounge window and my dad was sleeping there to make sure no one broke in through it.

NOW that is FUCKED. It's almost as though i was phycic... cos that was seriously fucked... like.... that CANT be conincedence, i'd never thought about it untill that day... and it happned the same bloody day!