I am a weak man. I am little more than a collection of interesting flaws surrounded by a flimsy shell of sleazy charm and sometimes a t-shirt.
I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house,
surrounded by sleeping folks I didn't know. On
failing to find my friends, I decided it was
clearly time to go. So I made my way out of the
door as quietly as I could - there was no one
there I knew to ...
