Fella came into the shop last week; one of the
semi-regulars, someone we’ll see maybe every two or three months. Small, bad
skin, ill-fitting leather jacket. You know the sort.
“Hello Steve,” I said. “How have you been?”
I should point out that Steve buys only a particular type of
publication from us; he’s very into pictures of large-breasted women in very
skimpy outfits. Who isn’t, though?
“Rotten,” he says. “Bastard Mayans said the world was gonna
end, so I took out a bank loan and blew it all on a week with a dominatrix. Thought I
wouldn’t have to pay it back ‘cause the world was gonna end. World didn’t end,
I’m up to me arse in debt. Fucking Mayans.”
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