After the incident I live with my grandma in Cardiff, Wales. It’s quite good, I like the relative peace and quiet. It’s a two storey house with a garage, my favourite place to be. That garage is where I really live. I’ve literally spent bloody nights sleeping there from working overnight, the smell of oil is my bread and butter. I do have an actual room in the house, which I decorate with records and cool shit I stole. I have a collection of road signs that I took from the government.
Growing up in Wales is alright I guess. I like the town I’m in enough, though I see the occasional things that make my blood boil. There’s some asshole neighbours around.
I gots a little repair service set up, mostly do work around the neighbourhood. I also have an allowance from my grandma. The money is for more materials I can build with, unfortunately making my gizmos aren’t cheap. I like what I do, it feels like the best way I can help my community. Also cuz it’s a job I actually like.
’Sides more mechanics, I spend my cash on concerts, movies and supporting indie artists. I put a bit into savings because god fucking knows the economy is horrible. I hate how capitalism makes jobs all soul-sucking and pointless and that no amount of labor is gonna fucking free the working class. The people up there are fucking leeches.