Shane went over and a argument ensued about the plot of an obscure slasher movie, voices were raised and Shane was observed to strike Donkey and later, when he returned to the main body of the narrative, he was alone.

Shane was a murderer then.

*

Months, weeks and days passed and Shane fell out with Meniscus, partly abt the murder of Donkey and partly on the subject of ‘interllactual property’ (sic). Meniscus changed his voice to sound like Shane’s, he cut his lank hair the same way too and when Shane had a tattoo done in big green letters on his forehead what boldly declared I AM THE ONE AND ONLY, Meniscus rushed right out and had one done just the same.

Meniscus was a moron, a joker and a failure. Shane stopped being his friend.

*

Round this time in Endland (sic) the king passed a decree to decimalise time. Ten (10) hours in a day there were then and ten (10) day in a week and approximately ten (10) long months in a year.

Shane was one of the many unfortunate bastards what lost his birthday in the changes and from that point on his legal (and mental) age stayed exactly the same.

*

Shane watched his friends getting older but no changes happened to him.

Bob The Biker got fat and got a beer gut. Jo Jo had twins. Clinton got busted. Twig got a job and Meniscus rightly got sacked from the pub.

He it was that nicked fivers from the till, poured chemical waste in a black bloke’s beer and blocked up the urinals with bog roll, causing a huge eponymous problem in the gents.

*

Shane was still 25, you couldn’t exactly call him a Grebo anymore but he still wore jeans and a dirty tshirt.

Picture this: Shane with his stupid baby face while the rest of his olde crowde are pulling gray hairs from their genitals and sadly regretting the passage of ‘decimalised time’ ©.

*

Shane alone. Shane in the city.

Shane stood still at the cross-roads of time.

Shane reads all big books on human biology but it’s no bloody good. His pals all die and he’s still young. Like a vampire film. He rides the bike but gets no kicks anymore.

*

Shane visits a Shaman in the shopping precinct near Hillsborough.

In the empty shop unit, next to that one that sells cheap types of broken biscuits, in the gloom of a fluorescent light he consults with this bloke, lighting a candle to the old gods, speaking backwards language, squeezing drops of his own blood onto pictures of the Mighty Morphine Power Rangers and weeping in a Kleenex once owned by a cousin of the Queen.

All this to no avail.

Shane still 25 in Endland (sic), time stopped and ‘future endless’.

Who would dream that truth was lies?

Who would dream that truth was lies?

true story of earth and the gods