‘Julien, get out of there right now!’
His mother screamed through the invigorating juices of the Puppet Theatre, cutting to the chase.
‘Mum, just a quick splish-splash.’
A holiday portent. Wet shoes, pants, shirt, and hair. And an aggravated getter.
Suddenly, the woman grabbed his hand tightly, dragging him along, to the accompaniment of screams from the agitated audience.
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Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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