FUCKING BUNKEE AGAIN. THAT SACK OF SHIT KICKED MY DOOR IN AT 3 AM SMELLING LIKE A MIX OF BURNT FOIL AND FAILURE AND THE SECOND I OPENED MY EYES HE WAS ALREADY YELLING ABOUT THE DEBT LIKE I HADN’T ALREADY SOLD EVERYTHING THAT WASN’T NAILED DOWN INCLUDING MY LAST BIT OF DIGNITY. HE

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