Sights like these make all the trendy fucks efforts on Chapel St futile..
Million dollar apartment. Two dollar lifestyle.
I rode past this cellulite leg wobbling, way too short of a night shirt
and slipper combo wearing, smoking a duzza as soon as she awakes,
"Fuck, so this is Chapel St!.." muttering, needing three coffees after last night,
cannot believe I can still get that wasted at this age, "Actually, who's place is this?...",
feeling the morning breeze everywhere type lady early on my way to work.
She looked like shit.
Classic.
Window at work may need a little maintenance...
Lewis did skids in the wet all the way home...
His Balcony Bike Salvation and
Restoration/Rastaration facility.
Justin has been having a nightmare whilst in Australia..
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