Chester by Night- last friday and the work acomplished, Goodbyes bid and packed for the voyage back next day; borrowed roomates bike that was way to low and no back brake, so trucked into center of town as I had seen tons of things wanted to take pics of-- man oh man Chester on friday night is a sight for the eyes, round bouts the midnight hours its a roaming fete where all are dressed up, drunk, and socialable; women in little short skirts even when its full coat wheather, the sacrifices they make are admirable indeed- anyway I was to burnt to party and partake of this good cheer, so I began down the road towards the center stopping to grimp atop the rail by the roaring street trafic, almost falling twice. Had been going to swim and in the steam room got into this conversation where the guy told me that after the siege of Chester in 1645, they tore down most of the building, except 1 - guess what that was ???? Said the policians were not stupid, worlds oldest professionals need a place as well - had to have a pic, so then I got my shots and woundered up to the city wall, down the way passing old ghosts and lost souls, hearing the clock bells telling time to get back; road to the airport next day, big bird land in Toulouse at night and got a cab to my place that I had managed to save by a phone call (C I L L my lanlor- C I LL da Laywer, ) so I roll in beat as hell and find my dooor unlocked and open, junkie squat with odors of death and stale cigaretes, burnt spoons and all my razors used,all tore up and everything gone- turned out Agnes gave key to Fred who forgot to tell me he was gona help out a friend in need to stay at my place ( didnt tell me) friends was a junkie, thus junkie squat trainspotting conditions upon my return, but thats another story..
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 12:58:12 +0000
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