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Rockbottom Rotterdam
Rockbottom Rotterdam
Rockbottom Rotterdam
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Rockbottom Rotterdam

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Did you hear the one about a man who walks into a bar in Rotterdam?
LanguageEnglish
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Release dateJan 5, 2021
ISBN9781716264313
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    Rockbottom Rotterdam - T. Stolinski

    ROCKBOTTOM ROTTERDAM

    COPYRIGHT

    ROCKBOTTOM ROTTERDAM

    T. STOLINSKI

    PEBBLE POCKET BOOKS TWO 2020

    This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License

    ISBN 9781716264313

    COBBLEBOOKS.WORDPRESS.COM

    FACECRACK@RISEUP.NET

    THE LAST STRAW

    -Fuck this country.

    The guy settling onto the bar stool next to me was clearly pissed off. He was a big burly guy with a shock of grey hair. Giving me the once over, he shifted about on his stool. Then he clutched his glass and downed his glass of beer. He belched and ordered another from the bar, before turning his eyes back to me.

    -You know what, I was just in a grocers and I picked up an avocado to test if it was ripe or not and the bloody shop-owner, some disgusting rat-faced waste of space, told me not to touch it! How on earth am I supposed to check if it is ripe then?

    He wiped his mouth.

    -It's the last fucking straw. The straw that broke my fricking back. I'm heading south. People are cunts everywhere but at least down there I won't speak the fucking language so I won't hear it. Fuck this country.

    He paused to down his drink in one and signalled with for another.

    The man was winding himself up and although I must admit to being intrigued as to how this rant would develop, I had things to buy before dinner, I briefly considered slipping off my stool and sneaking out of the bar whilst he ordered the next drink.

    Yet the moment passed and when he turned back to face me again. I was done for. He had very vivid blue eyes, bloodshot of course. I settled back and embraced my fate.

    -What is it about this country nowadays? What does it mean to you?

    I opened my mouth to reply, but he was already off again. It appeared a response was not needed.

    -Fucking supermarkets, everywhere

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