The teller of the tale is in Exeter Bus Station, waiting for two road buddies to return.
Pen, can, pan, nape, cape, pane, cane.
Words I can get out of Penzance.
Pea. As in pea-picking. Well daffs. We're going daff-picking in Cornwall. The three of us. Well me anyway. Terry and irish Mike said they would meet me back here in half an hour.
That was hours ago.
That last bus to Penzance has left. That doesn't matter because we're hitching.Although I felt forlorn when it left me standing here. With seventy-four
I knew I'd find one more.
And Pee. I need one. Maybe I can strip-wash in the toilet.
Best pee. I can read the graffiti. If they show up they can wait.
Still no sign of them. The bus stations almost deserted. Only a tiny dribble of local services. And a drabble of locals returning
I should start walking. Ask for the Exeter roundabout. There won't be a Penzance one, it's too far away.
It's dark. Any minute it's going to rain.
Wait. They did say the Bus Station, not the Train Station?
Has Exeter got two Bus Stations?
Could always go back to South London. To the squat that's not. Now that it's All Gone Wrong.
No, never go back.
Daff-picking might be OK. Terry says if you do warm-ups you don't get a sore back. And you do a standing-up massage every twenty minutes.
I want a cup of tea but the cafe's shut. It probably cost more than seventy-four pence.
That man lying on the bench with his bottle tried to beg off me. 'Spare a little change please.' I should have asked him to 'spare a little cider please.'
Looks like an old
Ape. Knew there was one more.
Ape, second meaning. To copy, emulate. Maybe I could beg from the teenagers at stance 57. I look less tramplike than ape-face. 'Spare a little change please, help the homeless.'
No, they'd take the
It's raining cats and dogs now. I need food.. Hah, on the bench a can of coke and a plastic tray of chips with ketchup. Coke's Ok, no floating fag ends.
Now for ends in the covered part where it's dry. I've got my trusty Zippo and my Rizla Green.
Coke, chips, smoke.
Peace. Knew there was one more.
To early to sleep. The bus staff are letting old ape-face do it. I wish I had a sleeping-bag. Terry had a Swiss Army one but someone nicked it.
I've got a twenty p. Could phone someone from the box. But who?
Best save it for a rainy day haha.
Face facts JoJo, yer skint, yer homeless, your alone, it's raining, your jacket's not waterproof, your trainers leak and you don't know what the bloody heck you're doing.
And the Z useless.