It is 05.30 h. In the early morning when the electricity cupboard downstairs goes BOOM to high heaven and beyond, with Pouvre Moi in the gentle arms of Lord Morfeus, or maybe the loving arms of Mo, Kiki or Andrea, more women as I can remember in my fucked-up live...happily unaware of the growing blaze downstairs and all the suffocating smoke quickly travelling up, but so did some of our city's finest, knocking on my door...
Funny how you miss internet, electricity, gas etc only when it is not there any more...
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