This is one end of Oxford Street late at night after a storm. I used to live around here and always be stumbling home late. Now there are herds of parading queens dashing up and down late at night. Tough competition. Toned. Perfectly dressed. They were only crazy souls that he knew, out. You know what this is, Peter'd say, rubbing his empty fingers in front of my face, the smallest joint in the world, rolled just for you. And he'd laugh. Nothing was for free, not even now. The success story from London came by, and couldn't believe we were still here in these same old bars, drunk, of course. Years later some of them would show up in meetings looking so stunned. Everything they had ever done was a water course to a different consciousness. And the success story made him feel even smaller and more disconsolate than he had been already, despite a catalogue of minor successes and curious adventures.
Down The Track
Down The Track
Down The Track
This is one end of Oxford Street late at night after a storm. I used to live around here and always be stumbling home late. Now there are herds of parading queens dashing up and down late at night. Tough competition. Toned. Perfectly dressed. They were only crazy souls that he knew, out. You know what this is, Peter'd say, rubbing his empty fingers in front of my face, the smallest joint in the world, rolled just for you. And he'd laugh. Nothing was for free, not even now. The success story from London came by, and couldn't believe we were still here in these same old bars, drunk, of course. Years later some of them would show up in meetings looking so stunned. Everything they had ever done was a water course to a different consciousness. And the success story made him feel even smaller and more disconsolate than he had been already, despite a catalogue of minor successes and curious adventures.