Want me to start from the beginning? Ok sure. About 2:30 in the afternoon, I’m waiting in Manchester Piccadilly—Nothing new. I stand there, half absorbed by what’s going on another platform some ways away. A blind guy was berating a ticket warden over some “illuminating revelation” he had three Fridays pasts. Real surreal shit. AnyhowContinue reading “Chance Encounter”
A Powerhouse Of Creative Writing, By Thomas GB
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