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George raised his head as an ally shoved an open pack of Rothmans in his face for him to select from. He shook his head ‘no’ and waved his hand in rejection but the giver seemed to be persistent and so he picked one. The generous ruffian was quick to light up the cigarette for George and asked George if he was okay. George could understand the question as he knew that he was never one to reject a smoke.
“Mo wa pa.” I’m fine. He said with a wave of his hand and he was left alone. Without much strength or enthusiasm, he took in a long drag from the cigarette. The stench of weed and other impious fumes filled the air and his was just another flavor to add to the muddle. His eyes were fixed on the strippers but his mind wasn’t on their movements. All he could think of was his failure
