I venture downstairs. Adam’s watching the news, and politely greets me. “Jesus, you look awful.” I mock laugh, then launch a counter-attack. “FUCK YOU, YA FUCKIN’ FUCK!!!” He looks straight at me, trying not to smile, before remarking “Fuck you, ya fuckin’ fuck? Well, I can see that English degree is paying for itself.” I can’t be bothered to
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