0bis. Extracted from a Vacuum – Not yet.

I’ve still got my jeans on…
What’s in that wallet?
More Paper…

Lampadaires.
Or Lamp posts.
I’d better get off this street.
Nothing Left.
Nothing Right.
Yeah, nothing’s right.

I don’t think these people can tell where I come from.
They’re too well groomed.
They smell too good.
There’re more women here than anywhere else in this City.
Or it’s in the whole City?


How long was I in this cell?

A breeze in my back.
And a fruity smell of fruit.

Voice:”Do not move.”
Me:”I moved.”
Voice:”Excuse me?”
Me:”In my pants.”
Voice:”Anyway…”

I feel the tip of the gun.
Between my shoulder blades.
He leads me back into the alley.


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