So, some drunk, mabe high, crack whore just tried to get me to do her when i walked up the street to get some smokes. I took the BJ she offered, but there was no way i was venturing any further.
So, I woke up on thursday morning, got out of bed and meandered out to the fridge.then i slipped on a pizza receipt and hit my leg on the glass coffee table, breaking it. That pissed me off, and then i noticed i had something on my hands, which turned out to be all the blood gushing out of my leg from where the table... Read More
So, I moved into a delightful crack-house, and the entertainment never ends. Junkies, Dealers, they all amuse me with their various antics. I fully recommend this course of action. Let thye good times roll...