After death I walked out, hoodied up. There is a 4 floor derelict building. I go in through a small hole in the basement. The stairs were rotten. Glass and rubble crunched underfoot. Once on top I looked out across the town, rain streaming down. Police lights raced around looking for trouble. I thought of Si, sleeping somewhere like here. I drank a can of brew for Wayne. Pissed off the balcony then descended, stumbling over demolition, tears in my eyes.
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