Scissors, black biro, hole punch and stapler. Let me feel the thickness of your copier paper. 54 year old male administrator for a local charity seeks love in the most unlikely places.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
Ray part two
After a particular testing day at work Ray stopped by. It was his first visit to my flat since he trashed it in a drunken stupor a few months ago. I could have simply dropped by the hostel later this week to see him but he insisted on carting his increasingly toned physique over to my place, he said it was cathartic. I think it was a ploy to show off all his hard work at his local leisure centre as he insisted on trying on some new clothes in my living room over a cup of fennel tea. Difficult to believe just a short time ago he was leaving a trail of destruction and fortified wine bottles in his wake. Anyway he cut his visit short due to an urgent meeting with his sponser and left in a flurry of religious leaflets and aftershave, leaving me a vanilla candle by way of apology.
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