Saturday, 6 April 2013

The Flower Seller

A'right well...about eleven o'clock in the morning on my eighteenth we all woke up, went down the pub, drinking, carried on 'til about seven o'clock. And we all went out to Bromley, carried on in Bromley 'til about eleven started, taking a few, hard drugs. Smoked a joint. Next thing I know I wake up at five in the morning in hospital on the drip. Completely washed up. All needles going inside me. That happens though dunnit? Pretty much it.

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