Its a long slow walk

To the end of the street, what with the drones buzzing overhead, and the acid rain drizzling. I stopped in a corner automat to have a peice of pie while hoping I didn't lose my trench to the sizzling stinking piss that came down out of the sky.

It wasn't packed like I expected it to be. Just a few people. Two locked in some sort of self indulgant wireled but not brain frying in the corner. Not sure if they were together, or just coincindently sad down near one another.

Couple gang-bleed colors came in, same tats on their faces glowing in the dim light, they looked at my own glowing face for a second. Sorry chummer. Not from this tired old berg.