I step off the train on a roasting summers day. Its my birthday and id rather be with the lads up the football however I’m stuck in the middle of Chelsea waiting for my ex bird. She left her dog at mine but she reuses to come and pick it up, I cant stand it. I just wanted it out of the house. I have to carry this massive bag over my shoulder just to carry this dog, the weather isn’t helping. The smell of wet paint from the orange buildings is creeping up my nose. Im trying to save to spit in my mouthy until its enough to eventually swallow but I have to stay here just incase she comes. I feel like im hallucinating and as soon as im about to leave I see a figure in the distance.