ChilledVodkaIV
Really Experienced
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- Oct 23, 2004
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Sitting outside Woolworths at two o'clock in the morning (after the last patrol) he ventured to lay down his head. No parked cars, with warm engines to sleep under, and all the litter from the open market the day before, methodically swept up and taken by the council.
He didn't have a habit, never had, so he didn't need a dog, or at least it's leash anyway. (did you know that?) Although it would have been warmer maybe, but he couldn't really afford to keep it properly.
Taking the mask out of his capacious, threadbare coat he settled it comfortably around his mouth and nose. He thought the risk of re-breathing warm air outweighed the danger of hypoxia.
Two gangling, giddy girls on the way home decided the doorway was a nice place to have a piss, apparently oblivious to his raggy form, they took turns in dropping their knickers to lean their backs into the angle and empty their bladders. They became blearily, drunkenly aware of his hungry eyes and on a nudge from her friend, the girl who was pissing spread her knees further to give him a stranger's friendly gift. Scorning the biting air the standing girl completed the set by lifting her shirt.
He fell into a pleasant(ish) dream.
At twenty past three his spasming left leg dragged him from slumber to stamp around in a light frosting of snow, slipping and sliding in a macabre dance of pain.
He'd never get back to sleep now. Greggs wouldn't be working with a fiercely hot oven wall to lean against and neither would the exhaust vents down the alley beside the indoor market be blowing a warm welcome.
Christmas? Fuck it.
CVIV
He didn't have a habit, never had, so he didn't need a dog, or at least it's leash anyway. (did you know that?) Although it would have been warmer maybe, but he couldn't really afford to keep it properly.
Taking the mask out of his capacious, threadbare coat he settled it comfortably around his mouth and nose. He thought the risk of re-breathing warm air outweighed the danger of hypoxia.
Two gangling, giddy girls on the way home decided the doorway was a nice place to have a piss, apparently oblivious to his raggy form, they took turns in dropping their knickers to lean their backs into the angle and empty their bladders. They became blearily, drunkenly aware of his hungry eyes and on a nudge from her friend, the girl who was pissing spread her knees further to give him a stranger's friendly gift. Scorning the biting air the standing girl completed the set by lifting her shirt.
He fell into a pleasant(ish) dream.
At twenty past three his spasming left leg dragged him from slumber to stamp around in a light frosting of snow, slipping and sliding in a macabre dance of pain.
He'd never get back to sleep now. Greggs wouldn't be working with a fiercely hot oven wall to lean against and neither would the exhaust vents down the alley beside the indoor market be blowing a warm welcome.
Christmas? Fuck it.
CVIV
