Ginger / Diary of a Junkie
In London, sky scrapers are head butting the infinite, clawing into the sky with their soul less, grey, piss drenched lifts, yet this, this
Is Arcadia. Junkies are banging up in the stairwell to the stars, kids skin up weed stolen from their mums’ sock draws, an old man and woman
Trek to the sally army for a coffee and a chat about the good old days, but there are no good old days! These, these are the good old days
Look closely and you'll see the beauty behind the obvious. That junkie you crossed the road to avoid is cleaning up someone else's dirty
Needles, finding a tenner, losing a tenner, that rush opening up milky white skin, the gear actually working....