"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"Put a blanket."