Always some racist in this world, lady on the bus this time. Kick her shopping as I go by, sending apples rolling. Nazi bitch.
Elliot is waiting at the bus stop. Big grin. We slink off to the park silently. Not a word, none needed.
Inside the confines of a concrete tube we take hits off of the glue Elliot lifted. The resultant rush making the world spin. Stuff is better than drugs, hell you can nick it to start with.
The rain falls as we slump against the cold concrete, blurring the tower blocks that rear up around us.
Horrorshow almost 5 years ago
Great to get another drabble from you after a couple of months absence, IR.