It was so nice to run into you again
Yes it was a nice surprise
How long is it
About six years I think
I left you on that railway platform in India
I was on the run
Yes the cops were after you
I know
How did you leave the country
I bribed an official
Are you still with Allen
No he ran off with a girl from New Zealand
I believe he married her
And you
Still on my own
No passions since then
Not really
You
I tend to float from girl to girl
Are you working
Yes
Where
In a gallery in Smith Street
I pass it most days on my way to work
Then we were always going to meet again
How long have you been there
Six months
I smile when I think of all the jobs you have picked up
Are you still as uninhibited
Yes but possibly less wild
I like the cut of your hair it suits you
You have not changed Joe
Do you realise that I always fancied you
Yes
So why did we never fuck
Because I liked you as a friend and I did not want to take away your space
If we had got together I would have smothered you
Have you had any success with your writing
In a way yes
Have your poems been published
Yes and no but I self publish
You have never really wanted fame
Not really
You are so different Joe
Tell me about your job
Barry’s dad owns the gallery
Lisbon Barry
Yes
What do you do
I arrange exhibitions
Do you enjoy your work
Yes but some of the artists are right cunts
They have one exhibition and they have arrived
There is an artist named Sue Hill who everybody thinks is the next big thing
Is she
No
Does she paint
In a way but she spends most of the time taking photographs of her cunt
And then she transfers them to canvas
There was a review in the Guardian last week
They loved her work
What do think of it
Pretentious shit
She is saying nothing
Do you remember when I was working on the webcam channel
Clearly
You came to get me
I was lying on that floor stark naked with shit pouring out of me
But nobody cared
It was only when Annie told you that you found me
You kicked that freak in the building down stairs
And then placed me in the back seat of your new car shit puke and all and took me to the hospital
I was very ill but you were always there and asked for nothing
When mummy and daddy arrived to take me home you just faded in the background
I should have been an artist
This is my art
Lying half dead in a rented house
Covered in shit
Keep your cunt Sue Hill you are a fucking fake and you know it
Pretty one question
Fire away
As you know Annie called me out of the blue to alert me to your situation as I was only four hours away across the border
Why was she watching this channel
I asked her to as I had been involved in some weird shit
Porno
In a way
I was scared but I was not clean by far
I just asked her to keep an eye at times
What could she do
Not much but it comforted me
You are still confused by the whole story even now
In what way
Annie was in the house with you
She shared your flat but it was not her night
But she kept tabs on you
Little Annie
It was just pure luck that she checked on you and the rest is history
How did she know where you were
She had kept my number
Annie did try to alert the authorities but nobody was interested
So she rang me as I was only hours away
She did go to the building but the caretaker became very unpleasant with her
Annie was scared
Scared for you
Scared for yourself
It was such a horrible period
You cannot change history Pretty
How is Annie
Well
She lives in Scotland now
With
Ross
Do I know him
I doubt it
Joe can we make this a regular place to meet
I would like us to meet at least twice a month
Fine by me
No strings
No strings
It is so good to see you
After all this time
I feel safe with you
I was in your nightmares
But now you are in my dreams
Tuesday
That will be nice
Till then Joe
Cheerio
Take life slowly Pretty
It is not a race