Friday

Oh, look, Mr Limp again.  Same story.  He will chat to me.  He sais it's like last weekend.  We can go out?   He's free.  I think what can I do.  I can go home and smoke.  Or I can go out.  I can eat. or drink.  It's free.  I say sure. 

Mr Limp takes me to this pub.  He sais he goes here all the time.   I think it's true.  This waitress knows him.  It's his first name.   She has tattoo's on her arms.   He asks I want a drink.  I get some wine.  He said if you want food, go ahead.   I think sure.  I think I got this guy.  So I order it.   I know it's expensive, but let's test Mr Limp.  I can tell already.  He is stupid.   He is stupid around women.  He's the dog to the bone.  I can order the most expensive.  He will pay.  I can just fuck him.  It's easy payment and he will pay.   I eat and drink.  It's good.  I don't get this so much.   I am poor now.   Mr Limp is there.  He asks do I need a taxi.  I say it's so close.  I can walk.   And him?  He doesn't do anything. He just tells me you have a good night.   I think hello.  Are you there Mr Limp

Limp goes off.  I watch it.  I think are you stupid.  You can't know this game buddy?   It's no game.  I walk home.  It's close.   I wonder what is wrong with me.  Limp won't stop?  He is older. I am younger.   He should be looking.  I think whatever.