SKIN DEEP MAGAZINE • 5
I
t doesn’t happen everyday, but perhaps
it happens more than I’d like it to. Or
maybe even, not as often as I’d like it to.
There I was strolling at a snails pace
through Soho, marvelling at how much the
place changes from month to month right
now, never mind year to year, when out of
the corner of my eye, I see a guy barrelling
his way up the street with something in his
sights that happened to be me.
“Hey brother! You’re my man... I know
you’re my man!”
“Maybe...”
I kind of knew where this was going before
SATURDAY NIGHT
& SUNDAY MORNING
it even happened.
“I’ve got two bags of Charlie left straight
from Peru. They got your name all over both
of ‘em at a good price, then I can go home.”
“Ah man... I can’t.”
“Given it up?”
“Took all my money and friends! It had to
go buddy.”
BACK IN THE DAY, IT WOULDN’T
HAVE STOOD A CHANCE AT BEING
TAKEN SERIOUSLY BY LOOKING SO
CLEAN AND PROFESSIONAL.
The Dirt Will Find You
SION SMITH • EDITOR
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Jon Leighton