The disco carries on below, I can hear older drunk men carrying on like Irish hyenas. I could probably score if I just went down and tried, but shit. I feel like shit. I like gin and tonic. Women replulsed me.
Men are beasts.
I'm going to kill. She'll walk alone, she will. At Belfast International. Strange what comes back to you as you enjoy an early morning hunger and a bit of the old Jane's . He was a little blond haired shrimp.