I was an alcoholic anorexic
and he was a manic depressive. We'd met at the unit he was sectioned at when I went to visit my best mate. They were on day release, and we all walked to the nearest Starbucks to drink tesco value vodka and cappuccinos.

He had a psychotic moment. The tequila came out. We walked back to the tube station together.

"I've got a condom" says I "fancy a fuck?"

"Alright then" quoth he

With the moon setting in a starry sky, we drunkenly pulled our trousers down and fucked on the bonnet of a nearby car.

I thought the evening could not get more magical- I was wrong.

I boarded the train with my inebriated mate.

"Did you use a condom" she purred "it's just he's well skanky and he's probably got everything there is going"

But we had, as he had cared for me. I just knew by the way that he'd drunkenly slipped out then apologised, and asked me to sort it out for him. He was special.

We left the train at Camden station. I fell down the stairs. My mate fell too, then threw up over herself. I wiped her as best I could with her scarf, and were then escorted from the premises.

We left the kindly staff the most fitting present we could think of.

A half empty 2 litre bottle of White Lightening.

Magical.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 17:36, 1 reply)

You sound so classy!
Value voddy, and Lightning.

Cool.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Sat 25 Apr 2009, 9:51, closed)