Sunday, June 27, 2010

Exit off Cannon Street

‘You’re a waster,’ he bellowed. I smiled, swallowed, looked the other way, thought of something else, someone else. I saw Laura, she was good enough, bad enough, right, wrong. Later I ate an apple and smoked a cigarette, like a newly discovered perfect combination. Tasted almost healthy.

(London, 1999)

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