Not good, Monsta. Hope the trickster gods roll the dice in your favour. Take care.
Left my bag on the bus this morning in my benzo / weed haze.
Unlikely it's been stolen as it was a grubby little cloth affair containing nothing other than my work shoes, empty plastic bags, possibly an empty strip of codeine and a few receipts. The shoes are actually beautiful German vintage brogues, but it's unlikely that Ver Yoof would want them, and they weren't in pub saleable condition. So a call to the lost property office it is.
It's terrible that I'm in my thirties yet can't manage to keep a bag in my possession unless I tie it around my wrist, and knowing it'll never get better.
Then again there are people with far more to worry about. Plus once I'd realised my mistake a Japanese woman dressed in hotpants and nice boots looked me up and down.
Small mercies, eh? Be good everybody.![]()
Same as Sam, I'd loose my balls of they were'nt in a bag