Sometimes, going home with the wrong guy can be a mistake, a terrible mistake...
It started out a lousy day. And it just keeps getting worse. I meet him in a bar for the poor, the stupid and the stinky. I'm sat there drinking, thinking, sinking, feeling low, hungry, depressed and far from home, wondering what I'm going to be doing once tonight is through. Watching an endless flow of sad and derelict faces.
He says 'hey boy, you got a match?' He's ga
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