It's been about six weeks since I left my cosy North London home. I realise now, this is probably the most regrettable decision I have ever made.
There were so many good times including my famous 'green tea' & pizza parties, flashing the wife of the man who lives in the shed, finding half eaten rats on the door step and that one time amazing night I woke up with a fox in my bed.
I miss living solo. I miss my hole...
Rattle my bones,
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