Sunday 13 June 2010

On The Scent of Mother of Bowling Ball

Gingerella and Hot Baby Roy came back late from casualty. I was in my bed and stayed there. She stayed overnight. In the morning I woke up in time to hear her leave. I threw some clothes on me and set off up the road after her. Determined that I was going to find out where she lived and kick fuck out of Mother of Bowling Ball.

She caught a bus at the end of the street and there the trail went cold, because I'd no money and all buses lead to the city centre. I'll find out where she lives soon enough and when I do Mother of Bowling Ball will rue the fucking day.