#FireHorsesQuotes 72: "Like foxes at night we'd prowl the rainy streets..."

#FireHorsesQuotes 72: “Like foxes at night we’d leave our respective houses while my father and her mother slept, and prowl the rainy streets, smashing windows, breaking in shops, sitting beside babbling rivers where ducks slept in the tough grass, setting fire to derelict factories for the warmth and the sirens, fucking behind torn-up mills as oil-drums exploded and timbers snapped…”