hobo days
January 12th 1983 I’m getting things organised to leave. The kitchen is in its usual crappy state. Garbage is everywhere, dirty pots and pans on the table, plates with half eaten spaghetti on them, cold and solid.
I want breakfast before we leave, so I go and get six eggs and a loaf of bread. We are munching away when Julie and Edward come down.
"Bon jour, everybody."
"Bon jour, piss head."
"Bon jour,"
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