This is no 'Caravan to Vaccares'
this is the West Coast flyer
even so I read it like a book.

Look!
the last of the stragglers taking their sorry
arses up North from the grit and grime of London. the town where anything goes and usually does

things like
saniity
honesty
civility
and of course
sobriety

a town where the pious do not thrive
a town where even the dead seem more alive than the living
a town full of giving two hoots and a finger.


I hunger for that time before. but wonder if that time existed at all.