Something Useful by Justin Maurer

This morning I awoke with my girlfriend Minnie, both of us hung over beyond belief. She was off to Sheffield for work, and I had to drive a bright blue Ford Transit minibus with a broken window on the left sliding door to a place called Snaresbrook, a suburb of East London. I took the tube with Minnie and I disembarked at my transfer point, kissing her goodbye. Twenty minutes later I was in the southern borough of Lambeth. “English, […]

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