I’m in the dirty bowels of the underground. It’s hot, sweaty, grim and bitter down here, there’s an acid smell lingering lightly in the air. We’re on the peak hour transit line, a billion people either way I look. Although to be honest it’s more a stare, because I’m tired and irritable and not bothered with focusing. People stare back at me, frightened, but I win, I perfected the stare in the rough streets where I grew up. And here comes the train, they always said there was relief at the end on the tunnel and now it comes my way. Well I best go, the crowds are building and I can’t afford to miss my train. There’s beef defrosting on the bench too expensive to waste.
Hope your well, Friend x
Bears Rebellion 15/03/15