Sunday, 18 January 2015

Success at Last.

My legs are cold. That’s what happens to people in war movies who’ve been shot in the back.

‘How ya doin’, Ben?’

‘Ma legs are cold, Jake.’

‘That means ya gonna die, Ben.’

‘Do it, Jake?’

‘Sure do.’

I just realised that I’m approximately one month older than my brother was when he died of an aneurism. That’s the first time I ever got one over on him.

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