I looked across the Tesco car park in which I walked several times during the day but at night it's so much creepier. In a good way. On the other side beside his bike was a guy (insert fake name) mike. Fag and gayboy aren't named I take to heart but please I'm begging don't Start on my family. My brothers and my history. The drugs and the tobacco. My reputation suffers. I don't smoke and I'm considered cowardly however if do I'm a tramp. Mister mike nice bike sike a like reich man Now you punch. First blow lets go screams a voice from my right. I look up and with blurred vision remember one thing. You sell me my liquor so you have some at your home. You're drunk. I'll not hurt you. I'll kill you.
Manslaughter wasn't the worst thing that happened to me
