A collection of fiction, plays and poetry by a bored twenty-something.
Friday, 18 November 2011
My friend the Captian is inapropriate.
I'm not alone
The captain is here
We get shit faced together
Then we call you
Then we hang up on you
Then you call us
We forgot about caller ID.
It's the captains fault
He brings out the worst in me.
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