Head turner
Wednesday, July 20th, 2005The 13th of April. Croched on the bleak lonely, uninviting steps of Kings Cross, spliting a metho cigerette wretchedth a boyfriend. This Saturday early morning is a commune for the drunk and hopeless, and for once, we’re not the worst off; in compariosn we are doing quie well. Lost, unnerved foreigns try and pertend […]
