Image result for council flats london  How I miss those days with Lance and Martin, easy money, buying clothes, shoes and bags every day….Another day goes by too slow. Slaving away in a 9 to 5 job, working for people who don’t care, doing things I don’t care for. It’s amazing that so many people can keep going like this! Why do we do it?, wha me a do ina dis country?  As I stoop to hand the homeless guy on the street corner his nightly cup of tea and a sandwich, I smile at him. Maybe he understands me? But then how often have I ran through these same motions and yet never asked his name? Every day I stop here to fool myself that I am a good person, yet am I just running through the motions like everyone else? Following the herd, a creature of comfort it seems. I just need a…

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