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So much more I could say about everything from those days, the times at the shops hardly touched with hands out, but laughing for cash for the drugs. Or snowball fights with the men in blue who wore black, but anyhoo. The long weekends in Maryhill nick cos Baird Street was full (hmm that don’t stick). The bundles of tems hid behind the wall When cash in my hand I sold them all. Running about with bags of v knowing in plain sight, the Police couldn’t see Break ins and break outs, Shops, cars and vans; it was the life we lived we all thought “I’m the man”. So maybe another book, might even be two will open the door to what I went through. I haven’t scratched the surface of life with Jesus in view, three daughters, and a wife. This gift of life so new of moving on through life in St Mark’s Blenders and Jobcare and Ballykeel Two. ©Stuart Patterson 2019