caught a memory

we left the flat at 12.30am, having already made our way through a numerous variety of beers, wine and rum. on a mission possible, we strode towards town, looking for the nearest meat market, aka project nightclub. marked on the way in, a black purple line on the inside of my left wrist, i was…

WTF… AGAIN?!

WTF… AGAIN?! My heart silently screamed in defiance. I thought this was over… WTF… AGAIN?!