I opened a sandwich bar and called it
something like The Club Club or Slice of Life
or Sam Wich’s Sandwiches. Business boomed
immediately. Every seat was filled with a local
bum, and mouths spoke of a breath of fresh air
between bites of salt beef paninis and chilli
con carne ciabattas. The 21-year-old owner
of the cocktail bar opposite approached me
for a collaboration and we held Build-A-Bap
workshops for the surrounding primary schools.
The shop closed eventually because I got into
a new project or died or the stress became
too much.

© Carl Burkitt 2023