upon reading fil‘s blog post i am convinced that my jaw is fucked because i kissed that homeless guy at the horseshoe on his beard/lips and got all this wet stuff on my face. vive le hepatitis b! i like kissing things when i am wasted. stray cats with fleas, homeless guys with zz top beards, you know, whatever.
ok turns out he isn’t homeless, he’s a hobo. he sells that poor people’s paper for sweet moohla and he practically lives at the horseshoe, you’ve probably seen him before. he lives down the street in a rooming house but just cos he has a roof over his head doesn’t mean there isn’t cooties all over him!
