beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue.

this weekend has been shit. manchester friday, spent a few sterlin on clothes and then met joe and cal. had a nice chill in garrett. me, ryan and james won two pound on pub quiz. we went to the venue, which i wasnt feeling that much, the people there were so bland.

me and joe went liverpool saturday and went walton to drop my bag off before the night out. met clarke and his mates for his birthday, went to this old mans pub and had a few jars, was full of mums. krazyhouse was strange. me and joe were literally shattered, but i think the people there were weird as well. clarke had passed out and been taken home without me and joe being notified, so we was on our own. we walked round from 3 till 8, saw some lasses fighting and one fall down some huge steps. mixed with the smack heads and tramps of the night till finally getting a taxi to walton getting my bag and going home. my body clocks fucked and i'm shattered.

good job road wars is on.