Meade's Ball
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I once woke up and me and my superhero alter ego had split. I felt meek and grubby. Ordinary. While he strutted and super-snogged women in murky bars in the snowy wastes of an unspecified north. He's flicking peanuts at whisky bottles and winning at darts while i'm struggling to make ends meet in an ill-lit office, unappreciated and worryingly content. My trousers were damp because i hadn't the time to iron them dry. He doesn't feel the cold though, being super. He could piss all down himself if he wanted and he wouldn't notice a pigging thing.
That was a rough morning.
That was a rough morning.