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Act Three
Chapter twenty seven
Imploding Institutions
-‘running and laughing together down the concrete highway’-
Barry stood up, calm as usual, and surveyed the scene, at nine a.m., in the big, low, badly lit basement. There were about two hundred of us there, all sweating buckets, mostly men, and stripped off to the waist.
The place was buzzing with loud excited talk. All the tattooed Clanners milling down the back, in kilts and thongs and caps and hanging pockets.
Young fresh faces and faces lined and balding. some contending with wobbly bellies. Others old already, with alcohol and frustration, plus a bit of hard labour as well.
Muscles bulging and males bonding. Continue reading “Serial of The Free. Act 3 Ch 27. Imploding Institutions”
