Please try to understand me... The journal of the chaotic life of Andy Allen.

A poem to comfort how have recently suffered a lost friend or family member

When nothing happens an awful lot can happen

A night out in Murmansk veers from the ridiculous to the violent

A short walk through the streets of Baku, down into the metro system and then back to the surface.

I think it's time I aired my views, for so long now you've left me so confused, a hundred sleepless nights I sat and tried, to think of all the reasons, why had you lied,

Sold, Sold to the guy at the back of the class, The one that used to try and whoop my ass, But that don't happen to me anymore, Now I'm all grown up, there is a different chore.