© It’s not my fault they’re dead. Strange though because every time I think about them I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t ignored the warnings. I was in love – at least that’s what I keep telling myself. I don’t suppose the outcome would have been any different anyway. The point is if I’d said or done something at least I’d feel a bit better about things now.
That place was mine for fourteen years until the bastards pushed me out. Well, I saw that coming didn’t I? Anyway, I got my own back. Three months they lasted. I made sure of that – for me and the lad. I often wonder about him, poor little sod. He wanted out so bad but he’s probably back in the city center working the filth again. It’s hard for the kids to get out and go back home. Well, whatever he’s doing I hope he’s alright.
Funny thing about that lad though. Every time I come this way I think of him and have to stop and take a look at the old place. Brings back lots of memories, more bad than good. Not much to look at now but in its day Neon City was the best club east of the Smoke.
I felt for the zippo lighter in my pocket and thumbed the small dent on one side. I never went anywhere without it.
Gareth wouldn’t forgive me if I did.
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