Cigarettrökerskan (The ciggarettesmoker) By Swedish artist Anders Zorn. When I was younger my grandparents had a painting of a young girl in a pink nightgown. She had long black hair and dark innocent eyes. She looked at you from the … Continue reading
Bernie (the lazy eyed rough sleeper) became friends with Caroline at frist. They were both running the streets and I worked in a tailor and alteration shop and hated it. I did not know anything about tailoring but the owner … Continue reading
Nope I don’t miss the winter
Oh how I miss the warm summer nights in Brighton with my dearest mother. I remember how we used to make fudge in her microwave and put it in a see through plastic bag and bring it to the beach … Continue reading
The first Max kissed me I felt sick to my stomach. Not because he tasted bad or anything but because I smoked to much weed and my body wasn’t used to it. I told him to stop and at first … Continue reading
Whatever happened to the rough sleeper Bernie that hanged with me in Bayswater. I bet he is dead. He slept in a boiler room and had a lazy eye and told me he was an irish gypsy.