When I'm an old man, my body broken and worn from a life of toil, my wife and children a distant memory after they left me due to my alcoholism and violent outbursts. Sitting in a council provided bedsit surrounded by cigarette butts, used needles and a stained mattress - I'll take some tiny solace in the fact I never bought this hateful piece of hooker effluent.



Phone was mounted at a bad angle, always in the left lane.