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Have A Whiff On Me – Lead Belly
I got put back in the cell. The old hippy was still there, looking glum. In his hand, he was holding one of those triangular cardboard sandwich packs. ‘He got me a cheese sandwich,’ he moaned. ‘I told him I was vegan. He didn’t know the difference between vegan and vegetarian, want it?’
I hadn’t eaten since my McDonald’s breakfast. ‘Sure,’ I said. As usual, it took a fight to open the pack, but eventually I got it open and dived in. Cheese, pickle, white bread. What was not to love?
‘So, how did it go?’ he asked.
‘Do you know?’ I replied. ‘I really don’t know.’
‘Could be worse then,’ he said.
‘Hardly.’
‘You need cheering up,’ he said. ‘Fancy a taste?’
‘Of?’
He winked and pulled off his right boot. His sock was more hole than sock, but he didn’t
