I saw my neighbour protesting outside an abortion clinic

I’ve had an abortion Peter, am I going to hell?

I decided some years ago not to smile at old men on the street. This sounds mean doesn’t it? Well, it is. It’s small minded and based on nothing more than vibes, but I’m sticking to it. Old men might look harmless and faintly reminiscent of the grandpa in a Werther’s advert, but the ravages of time don’t erase their past. A walking stick and a twinkle of the eye doesn’t mean they didn’t do some horrific things to women back in their day.