Bacon Industries Vs Astral - Maw by Declan Randulph Owen published on 2014/04/08 19:30:30 +0000 Slab woke me at four in the morning. His eyes rolled back in his head. He had taken bad chemicals. The only way I could get him back was to join him. 14 hours later I came round. Slab was glassy eyed. This had been recorded and the word Maw written next to it. Slab now sits in a bathchair looking over the Dee to Wales, a tartan rug over his knees. Sometimes he cries. Sometimes I do.