Curly
there used to be a very peculiar bloke who lived near to my mum's house.
Curly, for that was his name, would wander the streets in all weathers, wearing shorts and a shirt with no buttons, gaping open for all to gawp at his skinny white pigeon chest. Curly's favourite thing to do was to wander over to complete strangers and make loud whirring noises through his clenched teeth, before repeatedly thumping his chest and shouting "THE ONE!"
haven't seen him about for a few years. if i remember rightly, he and his friend were attacked by smackheads in his friend's house. his friend unfortunately died from the attack and Curly was almost killed himself.
not surprising he hasn't been around much, really.
sorry, rambled a bit there.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 25 Apr 2011, 23:16, Reply)