Born lucky
Here John, Macca would have wanted you to have this.
Macca’s wife Suzie picked up the lucky bullet brought back from Vietman. It was one that just missed him on his second tour and so he had it gold plated. It was always around his neck as a talisman. A rabbit’s foot minus the rabbit.
He left it home today… Obviously didn’t want any luck. She said holding the relic like a smelly sock. It’s my fault. I told him to go…told him I’d had enough of his crap.
It’s not your fault Sooz, John comforted her with tears in his eyes. It’s no one’s fault. It just is what it is. None of us would have thought…
Why a train? He hated public transport…surprised he didn’t push someone wanker off instead, said Dave.
Shut up dickhead, John half laughed.
Even Suzie smiled.
Only you co
