I was hiding under the floor boards of the Lions Club, in Sedgefield, nestled behind the police station. Bob Weyer vibes.

I whisper a voice note recording "Maxi, these are proper but cleaners" having a presentation on stage about the state of rot and the saviour worth your snot. I have a checkered past that involves multiple suspicious derivatives so it is best that I am unseen, beneath the meetup - amongst Dumpees, Lager and Baleevors. One day you are scrolling YouTube DIY cryogenic playlist the next advert you are running to buy a big freezer. Thanks hell, load shitting fucked me up I must have been in the freezer for sixty one odd hours when the electricity cut. Frozen from the toes up to waste, only, I fell out the freezer and blufeoned my skull crawled around like a spray doom insectexcremeny. I know it's lame I thought I could join Hal, in the future, but everything that goes wrong in my life is the state's fault.

We were onto the second speaker and a phantom cramp in my left floppy whacked the plank sending a shock wave above deck into the back left leg of a plastic chair which melted like cheese in the cottage of solvers, silvers in search of a gold like saviour. Two silver backs grabbed the falling femme and held her head in a loft. Few. Another solver back lunged over her and saved slamming her against the floor by squatting by caring by boepens. This is heard not seen, my breech. The only thing I can see is a thick-knee protecting its eggs in thine nest outside, under a boompie. The bob wire frames it funny, not nice to look at.

The bed corner talks about parallel economies, car washers and funny badges or was it money cages? I couldn't hear clearly, quite based underground. Lovely Jubilee Cooif is back to her seat. The thick knee chirps, Bob is distant. I wonder why I ran from the police. MC Mike wrap it up and cracks a joke about money and the toilet flushes. Couple of claps close the curtain. I stay put foot against beam and rest, The Lions Club underground. Good people, hitting retirement hard having to switch from accounts of zar to keys of sats - silver backs petro holler they say their goodbyes from the coffee tank. The last of the vehicles takes the dirt road out passed me and the poly cotton.

I wake Dawn and hike to Liolas. Check my phone. Oh, there's a comment on my thingy. Lowwercase Daniel? I know a lowercase Daniel, but no lowwer. He's an embarrassment. I close the phone and hear Nancy's voice. Her heart. Damn, Darth Coiner bringing up the past in public!