My only bubbles where the stories in my mind trickling through odd glimpses of the past,spat out during this ever depressing summer rain,today i thought of that long walk i had back to my Aunts house, how i had a head of hair and just felt like walking in the rain,no hood up in my parka,just me amongst the Bus fumes traveling up the A6...no worries about carbon footprint then,no worries about how much for a pint of foaming mirth,jumping on a bus and worrying about how much the fare,you simply just did it back in those oak god days of youth.Neither did you worry about being slashed by a blade,you simply took your seat,watching the world drift by,yes i had doubts,worries simply though not on the scale of today.I was still fresh out of boarding school,slightly confused after a crush,still a female virgin..gosh now what worries,were those.
LIfe marches on,but who are we the great unwashed,no voice, no care,the cross in the box not worth the effort of walking down into the booth.I glanced up to day into the sky raindrops did not hide the big silver bird nor did the grey sky hide the emblem of Singapore Airlines all that young hot cock just 12 hours away..but ho-hum i'd just settle for some warmth and a cool beer..the cocks can wait...lol....