The sun had set by the time I left my tower block.
I sunk my teeth into a wet South London. I walked past a mother with her 8-year-old daughter on a Lime scooter, both of them vaping; then an elderly woman holding a Ganja rollie; overcrowded fast food joints and Poundlands; a Persian café selling saffron tea and baklava; and finally, three teens who stopped their chatter in my wake: “oh look, a pow pow!”
At the cineplex castle, I faced the darkness, and the horror of a solitary seat, with a large popcorn and soft drink for company.
