The bookstall at 'the g' .
The other half of the page went with Jesse 'the golem' James who stopped so I could 'show him', and give him the meaning of everything, licking his lips, and hacking left and right on the footpath as he raved, his concrete scraped knuckles clenching into a puny fist.
I gave him back him a quick sketch of narrow forehead, deepset eyes, blood caked mouth and chin, and moved him along
King Street
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