steve 5
We’re in a club in Shepherd’s Market which Dessie goes to. It’s a Tuesday night or something. We’re the only white boys there. There are no women there. Men stand round in circles. Someone walks into the middle of the circle and makes some moves, then walks out again. People stare at us. We don’t belong, but we’re with Dessie, so it’s fine. We do our own thing.
posted by maldoror at 2:13 p. m.
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Another evening or the same one. Intimidating dudes in Timberlands have this way of shuffling then stopping. Swig their beers, and get back to shuffling. It's like a comment, puncturing their disdain.
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