all lined up against a brick wall pissing and puking and cursing and hollering at girls walking by and spitting at successful folk. heavy cockney accents but certainly no cockney reject ;) ;)
..and later that night, Dirtbag's delight sitting next to a glowing fire in an alleyway recollecting thoughts of a day gone to waste but one filled with booze. some of them begin to slide down the brick walls, everyone dangerously close to the fire but still safe. some still awake with faces (!!!!!). and beer breath breathing onto open flames, embers rising violently with every word. as the temperature decreases and the winds pick up, the flames lower and lower as do the drunks because theyre sinking-into a deep sleep only to be awoken again soon by a rising sun
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