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Shadow and I

“I’m no writer. I’m just talking; a lost soul…”

Shadow and I went out after work.

Said I wasn’t going out tonight.

Shadow was hungry, and I didn’t want to go home.

Rubber arm and all.

‘What’s on special?’

‘Pizza and beer?’

‘The pizza and one two three four lager’s please.’

Action packed, stat heavy sports replayed in the background as Henry Miller blew my mind.

I was thinking to leave as Jack D came over to say hello and how do you do.

Shadow, of course, was friendly and conversational.

I didn’t have much to talk about, pretty much the same old same old.

Finished up quick and made my way, away.

Shadow followed.

Shadow and I