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He was a giant, 6' 5" or more with a mass of black dreadlocks, clothes torn, dancing in the street with a can in his hand & clenching the hands of passers by in a crushing high 5. HIGH 5!!! he shouts.
I asked my flatmate about him later-
Jean, do you know that huge anarchist who's on the street down there?
yeh that's Tom, I know him. 'es a made of mine. you can't fucking talk to him though, 'es gone mate. guys like that, they got nuffink. we met one time I was doing some spraying, and he comes up to me and shouts GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SPRAY, so I give it him and he writes his name, and then he's like YOU AND ME WE'RE FUCKING BROTHERS FOREVER, MATE.
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I see him later crosslegged on the street, his massive frame hunched over, scratches on his legs thru the tears, making can-ashtrays, not looking at anything.
I asked my flatmate about him later-
Jean, do you know that huge anarchist who's on the street down there?
yeh that's Tom, I know him. 'es a made of mine. you can't fucking talk to him though, 'es gone mate. guys like that, they got nuffink. we met one time I was doing some spraying, and he comes up to me and shouts GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SPRAY, so I give it him and he writes his name, and then he's like YOU AND ME WE'RE FUCKING BROTHERS FOREVER, MATE.
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I see him later crosslegged on the street, his massive frame hunched over, scratches on his legs thru the tears, making can-ashtrays, not looking at anything.