Someone hands me a vodka, lemonade and lime and I blow a kiss. Everyone here has a kind of sub H&M look. I am strictly Top Shop. Maybe above Top Shop, but I don’t really think about it.
At first this was fine, H&M or no. Now by myself I’m just sitting. Soon this little thing comes up to me her face is like a fucking clown.
“You’re that gorgeous guy!” she says
I don’t know what I’m doing when I say “You’re incredibly ugly” and then I throw my drink at her and wipe her face.
The bouncers are on me but I send them reeling back clutching throats and balls. I still don’t know what I’m doing when I’m outside and after a ten-minute sprint. How did I do this? Back there what I did was beautiful. I should be the fucking king.
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