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Roadrunner – Bo Diddley
On the way I stopped off at my local corner shop for a bottle of JD and the afternoon edition of the Standard. I knew something was up as soon as I walked through the door. My friend Mehmet didn’t give me his usual grin, and said nothing as I bought the booze and the paper. I opened it outside. I hadn’t made the front page, but I was all over page three. I read the piece leaning against a lamppost. It was worse than I thought it would be. I was pictured as a super thief, even though the word ‘alleged’ was used often. There was also a sidebar resume of my previous misdemeanours.
At least, the ones that they knew about. Some of the worst were still deep, dark secrets.
I dumped the paper in the first rubbish bin I came to, but kept tight hold of the bourbon.
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