Friday 22 November 2013

52. Return of the crack head

I call him cracky.

Not to his face, just when I’m telling stories about him.

I hadn’t seen him for a while but he reappeared last week.

Sat under that same underpass

Smoking his crack

Asking me for an odd figure of change

Usually 67, 78, or 97p

Today he asked me for 79p

I told him sorry

But I only had 75p

That’d just be a tease

I’m not that cruel.
Poor old cracky

No comments:

Post a Comment