Darragh
inhaled deeply, sucking the cigarette fumes into his lungs and exhaled in the
general direction of the car’s open window, tipping the ashes outside over the
door. He scratched his head, pushing back the tangled hair that hung over his
eyes like a mop, staring at the sheet he'd printed out off some vegan blog. The
article was about these smoothies that had recently gone on sale in his
locality. For all the world they looked like blended grass, or a mud pie his
son Ross had made years ago, but no; according to Vegan_Sam123 they were “food
for the soul”, organic, preservative free and supported his persona of being a
“life enthusiast”. “If he can make money out of selling mud then so can I,” Darragh
thought.
