aww ok I’ll tell you
I *did* see him tonight. He’s been sleeping rough in the country park a couple of miles out of town. (I have a couple of stash-holes out there if u must know).
He looked like shit. Really tired and beardy - like the murdering junkie from Amsterdam he’s meant to be I s’pose.
He didn’t see me (like I had to tell you that) and anyway he was pretty out of it. For a moment there I thought I might shake him down for some Dutch Gold or whatever he’s got in his pockets, once he was asleep. But do you know what? I actually felt sorry for him. Me getting soft hearted in my old age. A proper Larry. Maybe it was that poem for @mercuteio that did me.
So I left him some turkish delight, a couple of Lambert & Butler, some mags and a bottle of Larry’s orange pills. They’re uppers I think - anyway I got off my tits on two of ‘em with a can of Special Brew. Classy.
You see. I’m warm hearted b****** underneath. I really am. God knows what’s gonna happen to him in the morning. Pretty sure he’s gonna need something to keep him on the up. Who doesn’t?
