kids these days
Had to step out to the local supermarket for a packet of pasta this afternoon, Bonelli number 7, tonight we cook it up with olive oil, basil, tomato and garlic, a little shredded padano, crusty French loaf, special.
It’s a quiet street and a man can stroll up to the shop in the middle of the road and here comes a couple of boys on bikes, kids about 12, local, swooping down the road towards me when one of them has a word as he passes me by, right into my left lughole.
’Fuckwit.’
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That was such a beautiful scene you were painting, right up to the final word. But that’s reality for you…^^