You don’t have to go as far as Bleached Bones, Arizona to meet eccentrics, a journey through the shadowy borderlands between England and Wales will do just the same.
On the English Bridge in Shrewsbury, the pale-faced man with the furrowed brow spoke in a strange and halting kind of way. They call me ... Barry. Was this his real name or was it the title of the Supreme Leader of a dubious cult? I asked him if he had been born and brought up in the town. I wasn’t actually born here … not in the sense you mean.
They call me ... Barry.
I wasn’t actually born here … not in the sense you mean.
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