i'm so sleepy...

Day Six...the end of
Driving through Camden, the streets are packed with the pierced, the punks and the curious. A giant bubble floats over and pops on the side of my car. I am going the wrong way in traffic, but all i can do now, is look for signs and keep on going. My map reading skills have left me, as i stare blankly at the maze of streets in my A-Z. It just looks like spaghetti and i can't find the beginning or the end.

Parking my car now, on the busy side street in Willesden, a lanky white teenager, dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt on a brisk March evening, exits through his front door.
"See you later, Mum" as he looks back.
At the end of the road, he stalls, conspicuously, then proceeds to buy drugs from a slow moving silver Renault and continue on his way.

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For those of you who don't know-i make a mean cupcake.
When i'm 60 and i'm done with all this makeup malarkey, i want to open up a cupcake shop, on the corner of a beautiful tree lined street...