London London 23/12/2014 17:02 The citys dark heart pumped blackened blood through his infected veins, already with the knowledge that this was probably his last Christmas, tears seeped out of his bloodshot eyes in the cold wind, her eyes were blackened and swollen and her cough a product of crack cocaine heroin and dog ends picked from the septic streets, her cough making her also spill beer from her mouth, not a pretty sight As they sat on a step in Narrow Way the heart of Hackney I walked passed overhearing him weve gotta get some money somehow, he didnt really look like her pimp and this was mid afternoon not the night time shift, I strolled down to JD Sports looking for some box fresh trainers money was not an issue for me, nor some blackened flesh Once in the store I instantly found some on sale for £20.00, taking it to the shop assistant Ill try these please he wandered off, a good while later he came back Im sorry sir but someone has stolen the other one, nice I say thanks for trying anyways have a good Christmas As I walk out of the store the streets were buzzing, kids running around, pretty girls you know the rich kind slumming it in Hackney on daddys money having a real hard time finding herself in this cruel world, I walk back to Stokey, a white van man has a sweat on hes a bit overweight and an ear piece in so hes connected to his job, a pure city drone, delivering the needs of the affected infected and the oi polloi, a black geezer is in the distance his black Stone Roses type hat and black and blue rimmed Beats headphones look real cool, his clothes all match I can tell hes a dude, and then I see his trainers, oh my my epic fail The buses are full, the bus stops are full, I hate buses in London its quicker to walk at times, further down the road a guy is rummaging through a bin bag like a vulture picking all the best bits out, I think its more ocd than need hes quite well dressed, maybe hes heads gone west in this crazy world, then I see upon the frontline a Rasta with a huge hat over his dreads, his spliff lingers long time pon da street I walk miles to find a post office that isnt brimming with people spilling out of the doors, I duly send presents to some unexpecting people, there Ive done my bit, good karma will find me sometime further down the street when Im a bit lost The boys from the NYPD were singing Gallway Bay, and the bells were ringing out for Christmas day • This is London the best city in the world....
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 05:25:52 +0000
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