Wish I could meet at a side street pizzeria and have some prawn cocktails and share a lamb golzeme before going upstairs and doing shots of Drambuie then just enough h to stop feeling my shoes on my feet then a licorice cigarillo on the balcony while spitting on the sidewalk, then cruising down the beach to get turned on by, and ignore the teen slags who get impressed by public joint smoking then going to Nuro's brothel and getting a discount on three pinay sloots and stealing their amphetamines then waking up on the shores of dogshit beach with Stanley's board shorts on my head and the eeb plug in my bum.