• James Hewlett

That Day

I genuinely forgot today was that day until my mum mentioned it earlier on. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad?

I’m leaning good, it’s so far behind me now that I don’t even think about it. Sure the scars are there and they run deep, probably deeper than I even admit to myself, but it’s not something I think about or let have any effect or baring on my life in the slightest.



There’s a spoken word section at the end of the Childish Gambino album Camp that I’ve always liked. It’s a story about a kid on the bus back from summer camp who opens up to the girl he likes for her to then turn around and betray that trust. It’s just a little bit of fiction that is probably rooted in some aspect of real life. It plays as a prelude of sorts to Because The Internet, the multimedia project he did next and I wrote about a couple of weeks ago.

There’s a bit from the end that particularly resonates with me at the moment though;

“This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or love is bad.

This is a story about how I learned something,

And I’m not saying that this thing is true or not,

I’m just saying it’s what I learned.

I told you something,

It was just for you and you told everybody,

So I learned, cut out the middle man

Make it all for everybody, always.

Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody,

Everybody already knows, I told them.

But this means there isn’t a place in my life for you,

Or someone like you,

Is it sad?

Sure,

But it’s a sadness I chose.

I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy,

And got off a man,

More cynical, hardened and mature and shit.

But that’s not true,

The truth is I got on the bus a boy,

And I never got off the bus.

I still haven’t.”



©2017 by James Hewlett.