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Ghost Writer
2016-09-22 02:24:33 (UTC)

The Stroller.

Just been to get my cigarettes. Rushed round to the gas station on an alcohol-fuelled adrenaline high then rushed back to the refuge of my bus stop. On the way back - just a few metres from where I park my ass - I saw a businessman who deals in private commuter transport in the back of his vehicle with his feet up reading the local newspaper! He does this regularly and I'm totally impressed with his restful behaviour in what is a very busy job for him. I hurried past him then put the brakes on. I backed up slowly and looked at him : a true blood Londoner.
"I admire you," says I without eye contact with him, "that you take time out of your busy day to enjoy a full moment of rest and relaxation. "
He regarded me, I looked him straight in the eye and he began to speak.
"My father, at 98 years of age was well known as a stroller. He strolled through life so our community called him "The Stroller." So as you can see dear, I've taken a leaf from his book of Life.
(Then his client showed up and cut our conversation short...let's see how I do next time I rub shoulders again with this 63-year-old gentleman's frame. (Inspiring to say the least.)

Still got three-quarters-of-an-hour to wait for my bus. This is a happy drink and I am blessed, so glad, so relieved to end my using this way. An ecstatic full stop.

Well I'm going on YouTube for wellness.
Ciao, arrivederci, ka kite ano, and all that good kinda jazz ;-);-):-D




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