It swelled up from the depths of his bowels, made his breath smell of soft asphalt, the way mud dabs on the escalator tasted. He wasn’t the sort of guy to put up with whims of the mind, so he threw the dirt up at Liverpool Street, took his time, left all sticky on the […]
Salted, roasted karma. Thirdhand. I bought it, pre-chewed, a dollar ten.