It was like some corny made-for-television movie: Bad guy gets released from prison with just
a small bag of personal stuff. Close up of the gate banging shut, as he lights
up a cigarette and turns his face up to the sun, smelling freedom at last. And
there’s a car waiting for him…
But the gate did bang. He did light up – the novelty of having a cigarette lighter again was enough for that. It was sunny, if barely a couple of degrees above freezing, and fuck did he appreciate being outside after three very long and boring months.
And there was a car waiting for him.
But the gate did bang. He did light up – the novelty of having a cigarette lighter again was enough for that. It was sunny, if barely a couple of degrees above freezing, and fuck did he appreciate being outside after three very long and boring months.
And there was a car waiting for him.