The Smoke

Jack:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great f***ing fall. You know the rest. Now go and find my f***ing money!

Brad:
Decking that prick felt great. But that was the only thing to feel good about. Who were those nuns? Why didn't I protest? I just froze. Or did I? It was almost like I wanted them to fire me. Sasha. Losing my job. Everything just spinning in my mind, I felt numb. Then I was overcome with a strange emotion. Is this what it feels like to be free?

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Brad:
I read about this guy once, he rode the New York metro for 18 hours before anyone noticed that he was dead. In that moment, sitting there, I wondered; how long till someone finds me? Was that me you were gonna be reading about in tomorrows paper? And as I faded deeper and deeper, I asked myself; was it worth it? Well it was, because it didn't take 18 hours to find me, thank f*** for London's busy tubes. 18 seconds later we pulled into the next station and as I heard that lady's voice, I thought of Jodie. For three weeks I lay in that hospital bed, dreaming about our future; Jodie, me and gay Purie, not to mention her dog, Alan. I can't believe she called a dog Alan, who names a dog Alan? Anyway, all I know is, I cannot wait to see her and start a new life in a new city. I can just picture her hair blowing in the breeze on a hot summer's day. There was a point, there was a reason, it wasn't for nothing. No more running, no more hiding, I was so close to finally being free.