It was after some bitch had turned my flat into a skag den and then fucked off.
I'd gone home to try to clean it up, but we couldn't get the electric switched back on, so we hired a genny for the weekend. Didn't occur to either me or mum that it might be a good idea to open the windows.

Also, because it was widely known to the neighbours as being a drug den (though no-one thought to mention it to the letting agents), someone stepped over my unconscious form on their way to the stairs, and didn't think to check whether I was alive.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 19 Jan 2012, 13:30, Reply)