- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
Yesterday I Risked To Die
"hey you down there buy something from me if you wanna live today I've got a lot of good stuff to sell you – said death to me yesterday she pulled her skull under the hood looking round suspiciously – I've got dreams from a dead corpse or some bones from a forgotten athlete or the words that a dead poet lost you can use them to do something funny I have some drugs too but you have such an angel face that I suppose you would not buy them"
I stood like a tombstone in front of her she was trying to sell me cheap things old craps that no one wants coming from dead people
the siren of a police car cried in the air the death ran away
"hey death, is today my last day?"
"not today – she screamed – I need to run from police now crisis came also for me so I need some new clients if you know what I mean and a good escape from cops"