I remember getting up in the morning and staring at the cracks in the ceiling, putting on trousers, a shirt, not too bad, off to work, hit by a car by the park but I’m here, car came off worse, three broken ribs and a lost tooth, makes the car sound altogether too human, still, musn’t grumble, in the office, sat at the desk, the screen was an opening into the soul of the work, computer crashed, work is soulless, had coffee, woman screamed, blood dripping from my chest, pulled out a bit of the radiator, hadn’t seen that there but I might get a few quid for it at the scrap merchant, she’s still staring, I go away, feel cold, she’s all cammo for snow, her mate comes up and says she looks like she’s seen a ghost.

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