YOU’LL FIND ME BEHIND THE BUS STOP ON THE OLD KENT ROAD.
A True Story By Ian Francis.
I never dreamed it would be anything like this.
Never could I have imagined, in all my years, this summit of my fears, that I would be waking from a dream, and I would be outside, in a ditch near the Old Kent Road behind a bus-stop, lying on a piece of discarded foam rubber I had luckily found on the ground, near a waste bin the night before, hands sore, with cramp in my legs, and asking myself the question “Am I truly. inhabiting a living nightmare”?
Yes here, over here, it’s me can’t you see? I am outside just woken up, wtf, in the bitter open air, the noise of the traffic from the Old Kent Road, loud.
Tea urns and buses are being filled to the brim, din din its louder now, it’s rush hour.
Morning People walk past me on their way to the bus-stop and notice me, lying there on my piece of foam rubber in the bright morning sunshine and as my bleary eyes meet theirs they look away quickly as if they haven’t really seen me, then I notice they quicken their pace and without too much grace, pull their bags tighter towards them.
