Round and Round and Round she goes, where she'll stop, no one knows...

"Another cuppa, please. I've got a long night to go" The lady at the bar say, rubbing her eyes

I oblige quietly once she hands over the two pounds fifty it costs.

Life moves fast here. So many people pass through, all of them blur after a while, here on the stretch. Most don't stay more then an hour- others like Howard stay for years. Black and white. Here or gone.

I wish I could be one of the ones to leave here. It's odd, because it seems almost like if you're born here in this bakwater place, it's almost guaranteed you'll die here too.

But I keep telling myself that once I get more money, I'll make it out on the next bus to anywhere. Night or day, and I'll make it because I took the chance.

I know it won't be true though. I know I'll chicken out, or end up in a slogging job much like the one I have now. So why fix what's not broken?