Sat around for two years crapping myself.
Spent the next twelve kicking a tennis ball up and down the street.
Spent the next seven listening to records and strumming a guitar along to them.
Spent another five years getting kicked out of beds, bars and jobs.
Spent a whole long year coming to terms with what this could mean.
Cleaned up, got a job, put on weight and felt unfulfilled.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Someone with two heads. A talking dragon. Mexican bandits. A man with his head on fire. Double jointed ladies. Primitive people who will give me gold in exchange for a mirror.
