Today, doorway...long corridor. Place used to be arcade. Not now. Shops are long gone, roof caved in, steel mesh windows ripped out by scrappies with walls decorated courtesy of local youth. No charge. Nice touch that.
You could say it's quiet round this way now there's nothing left to nick. Council says places like this is going to be developed. We'll see. Meantime it's where I comes to spend my days to finish jobs I been doing during the night. I'll have finished in about six months anyways. Do what the fuck they wants then. All of them. And if they ever finds out what I's been hiding round here won't be any comeback.
Promise is a promise.
Steve Coel
Steve Coel
