Testimonial 2
Customer Tesimonial
The man with the floating feet
I hesitated as I walked into the bar. This wasn’t the kind of joint I was used to. The curtains were closed. Closed and Red. Like my eyes. Another heavy night on the Jack had made me shaky and paranoid.
And there he was. Like a sitting duck, except without the yellow feathers. Just one more yellow belly. I noticed his feet first. Big. Like boats. I wished I could jump in one and sail back down the Irwell. Only time would tell how this one would work out…
