Today I was wandering around Derby with Maddy, a massive grin on my face, utterly high on the adrenalin of piercings. Jordan the piercing guy and Maddy were slightly bemused by how calm and happy I was.
We decided to celebrate. A picnic by the river, with a box of donuts and a bottle of pina colada. Surrounded by pigeons and seagulls, looking out over the water, people passing by and everything working out just fine.
A guy on a bike starts talking to us. Shows us his prison tattoos, tells us about the guns and cars and drugs he owns. I'm not sure what happens then, but I'm sat on his knee kissing him.
Why does this kind of thing happen to me?
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