“I am just going inside and may be some time.”
I found God again. In my dream, he was sitting underneath an empty market stall in Ladbroke Grove, trying to peel a pear with his fingernails. When I asked him what he was doing there he shrugged and said that it had seemed like a good idea at the time. For once, I believed him.
My name is Sam Peeps. I had an accident and I woke up in 2009. Am I mad, in a coma, or wandering around London in a drunken stupor? Whatever’s happened, it’s like I’ve landed in a different Travelcard Zone. Now, maybe if I write about it on the internet, I can get home.
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