and devilishly happy. Me, and my friends, the untouchable elite, the capitalist children of tomorrow whom the rest of the world despised,foolishly dancing away,relishinghavingno responsibility at all. I dreamt that we all drifted out into some meadow; it was a vast emerald meadow that I’d visited in my younger years. And Jane, you should have seen her. She was radiating sensuality and I found myself completely enraptured by her extraordinary beauty, and so, fuelled by a sudden burst of passion, I grabbed her arm and kissed her. But then I noticed, in the corner of my eye, Joe’s bruised body lying out in this meadow, bathing in its exuberance. People started screaming, then mushrooms were sprouting everywhere, and I awoke from the haze confused and terrified. While we were all dancing, Joe had jumped. And he didn’t even have the decency to leave a note, the conceited, hypocritical bastard. He took the coward’s way out, immortalising himself rather than living out his life as a man destined to always loiter, barely tolerated in this world. But I still miss the poor bastard; I miss his cynicism and his sarcastic jibes. Maybe I should stop telling people about him.When I do, I start missing him.
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