Both Adrian looked more like the painting than the actual subject. Sometimes it just happens that way. He entered the shop shyer than usual, as a comparatively matched pear. Gifting him brothers service, whilst sardines were packed into trays for the freezer. A shyness of knowing, but hardly showing. These sent victims of a higher power, are always seen, yet never relayed back. Partly because it has become an annoying game, mostly because, it’s annoying game. Hoping for game over and point blank hellos.
This is Steve and as always, has nothing to do with the above story from Friday at the fish shop. Yesterday, after gathering a section of movies to analyze and never watch properly, I saw Louis. I always see Louis out the front, but this time there was a story. Steve happened to see me at the fence, whereby I informed him that his mannequin was a pervert, pointing to the Baywatch babe adorning the phone box. He politely moved him closer. What an assistant.