that my close door downstairs had been locked…… luckily for me I had the key to open it so I could get up to my flat and as I put my key into the door (after fumbling around for a while as I had two keys the exact same and never know which key it bloody is) I heard voices at the other side.
And you know they old school comedys with the 100 clowns the manage to squeeze out the mini one at a time…… out come the junkies. One by one, down the fucking stairs one at a time.
It was worse than clowns. And that says something, I fucking hate clowns.
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