So I says to my Balcony...

"Balcony," I said...

"Sup'?" said he.

"Don't mind if I kick it out here on yer back eh?" I asked.

"Sure don't," said he.

"how's about I have a smoke then?" I offered.

"Don't mind if you do..." said he "and don't forget to read today's paper."


Balcony handed me the morning star.


REDHEAD IN LATE TWENTIES - SELLS HIS SOUL,"
read the first headline.


An innordinate amount of smoke gasped into my lungs.

"Pay that shit no heed..." started balcony, "there's at least two bits of news they've failed to include."

"That being?" I asked.

"Which would you prefer?" balcony responded, "good or better?"

"Good," said me.


"You're a Communist."

"and better?"

"You ain't got no fukkin soul."