British women got it going on. Fitbirds.

Okay, I slept rough helping the homeless for 2 damn months down the block from pre gentrification Kings Cross Station where geezers rattled in the morning asking me to get them a stop withdrawal can of Tenets from the corner store, lads carried syringes behind their ear, heads huffed glue in bags their lips constantly covered with the sticky poison, I walked mates to detox and psych wards, old men spit up chunks of their stomach from drugstore alcohol (methanol, I think).

I never got to see girls like these.

London9London5.jpgLondon1.jpgRest in Peace my good good friend and mate (above) Kevin Carson. thank you for your friendship

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