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187. The Little Book of Big Penis

I’m looking for magazines for thirteen year old girls. Yes, you read that right. If you didn’t, here it is again. I’m looking for magazines for thirteen year old girls. Possibly not the wisest combination of words to tap into … Continue reading

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174. Desert Island Dicks

“There’s an awful lot of shite on the telly these days, Luci. An awful lot of shite.” Fucking Amazing Dave carefully hauls the tea-sodden chocolate Digestive from his mug and skillfully flops it into his mouth. His eyes roll in … Continue reading

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163. Fiesta.

Standing at the side of the ring road for years and years, waiting for buses that are late, on time, that never come. Huddled in a freezing bus shelter or standing in the sun, standing in the dark, standing in … Continue reading

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151. Deep Blue

Pushing past the punch-clock huddle of the rounded shoulders of the long defeated, heading to a parking lot filled with cars too close to death or too close to the credit limit. Big lungfuls of air, free air, air on … Continue reading

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149. Underhand Lob

Here he comes, rocking a straw sombrero and a pair of knock-off Ray Bans, pulling a pallet of paper that defies gravity at every corner, his demeanor defiant, shouting ‘pal’ and ‘mate’ and ‘cunt’ at everyone with the same split-melon … Continue reading

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144. The Grind

I’m looking at the dust streaked screen of a primitive computer, half listening to Soulless Boss. “Press that. No, not that. That. Yes. Now click there there and there. No not there, THERE, for fuck’s sake! Select the paper. No, … Continue reading

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141. Stepping Out

“I’m knocking.” Giz another card, lad.” “Here you go, Stan.” “Fuck. I’m knocking too.” “I’m not. What about that lot?” “Bastard.” The slap of dog-eared playing cards and the slurp of tea. The soft hiss of a Calor gas heater. … Continue reading

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