Circus is Just Like Home

“This is a fuckin’ circus,” Hando said as he walked with Boz up the sidewalk until he found his spot.

“Yeah well some of it is mate, no really some of these blokes work the circus only it ain’t in town right now.” Boz opened his guitar case and took his instrument out played at tuning it a bit.

“I ain’t hangin’ around here mate, this ain’t my thing.”

“You ain’t got a thing Hando.” Boz held his guitar up to his ear.

Hando watched a guy swallow a sword and shook his head, “I’ll find somewhere to hang for awhile, nothing but freaks out here.”

“Maybe you ain’t looked in the mirror lately.” Boz strummed a few notes.

Hando gave him a hard look and walked up the sidewalk stopped and turned when Boz began singing a song. He wasn’t half bad. Then he saw a man take off his shirt and smirked…this must be the tattooed man he reckoned. He could give him a run for it he thought and then he turned and walked away. He stopped off in the pub on the corner ordered a pint and found a table. Something to do for a couple of hours while Boz ‘worked’.