Laurie

He sits out there virtually every day.

With his 4 pints of milk, his packet of baccy for the chain of fags he rolls (he’s got mushrooms too – eat them raw probably)

His stomach bloats with all that milk drinking.

He doesn’t like shoes on his brown dirty feet.

So he sits there: day after day, drinking the milk, smoking the fags, staring blank and vacant into the blank and vacant.

Depressed and lonely.

I always say hello. He always says hello.

He’s trying to smile. For the camera.

Like a good boy.