WALK.TEXT

we should write a fucking story about walking home. cant write anything too nasty. Hah. get the fuck out of my way. 8 bottles of stella for FIVE POUNDS! HAH! a shop called feelings, that’s quite a good one! Where the fuck am i? seriously? John, this way? WAPPING! URRRRRGGHHHH! Honestly, where are we? Does it take longer going this way? Not coming down here again. Weird, weird, weird. What are you having for dinner tonight? A BOX! Do you reckon someones in it? OHHHHHH I know where we are! That’s valance road!! That smells amazing. BEEEEEEP. BLAP BLAP BLAP!