twasa favourite pasttime of ours. There was an abandoned school near our house and round the side, next to a roof about a story and a half high, was a ditch that had three or four matresses in it. So we'd stand on the roof, be gunned down, missiled or in some way bludgeoned from a distance, before falling to our deaths on the matresses below. When im feeling down, my brain gives me recurring dreams of thiose days and I wake up feeling good again. Brains are good.Sometimes.
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Alfie,
Mon 10 Jun 2002, 12:13,
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