Overheard in McDonald’s.
Guy 1: Isn’t this quite a rough area?
Guy 2: Yeah, a 22 year old got stabbed to death down the road last week during a row over £120.
Guy 1: Christ.
Guy 2: Yeah.
Guy 1: Shit. That could happen to us at any moment.
Guy 2: No, Jim, it’s Sunday.
Guy 1: […]
Guy 2: The psychopaths are all at home, resting.
Guy 1: Oh.
Guy 1: What about the sociopaths?
Guy 2: They walk among us, Jim. They walk among us…
Poor Jim. On a related note, I took a test to find out if I have psychopathic personality traits. It turns out I am not a psychopath because I would feel bad if I saw an injured stray animal, and I care what others think of me. Phew! Although sadly that means I can’t get a full house win on mental health bingo, goddammit.
This is my last night of drink, drugs and debauchery. Tomorrow I am to be reunited with my old friend Cold Turkey. But for now, crisp chenin blanc, and crushed-contraceptive-and-caffeine-pills-cut-with-cocodamol-chalk-and-speed-masquerading-as-cocaine. Nosebleeds ahoy!