A man buys a scratcher at the corner shop. I buy a paper. He puts the scratcher in his pocket. I'll never know if he wins. He'll never know this tweet is about him. We briefly occupy the same space. I see him leave. He goes left. I go right. Life's silent lottery rolls over.
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- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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