In 2003 I was in New York as part of my girlfriend's Art Foundation trip. On February 15th the people of New York believed they could stop a war.
A: "I wrote this a few months ago and forgot about it." B: "Chinny reckon."
There is nothing for this man. He drops his cigarette and he takes to walking again and people push into his way.
God’s sitting in Wetherspoons, it’s Thursday lunch-time. ‘You’re dead,’ He says. ‘I guess,’ I say. ‘Tough break,’ He says.