The Gangster

A bus often presents a widely representative slice of a city's population. Today, I met an extreme outlier. M seemed to be quite proud of calling himself a gangster. A little worse for alcoholic wear, he told us that his gang weren't as bad as the Krays. That was good to hear!

When he found out I was a writer he said he had some stories to tell and that I should write them up. I was sceptical. 'Google me', he said. Back home, I did just that, soon to realise that, straight up, he'd definitely been a gangster in his time. It's clear that he certainly does have some stories to tell. Should I take him up on his offer?