random stuff about me - mostly truth or lies - both or neither - about me though - it's always about me -
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Fifty Sheds of Grey - two...
I could tell immediately that she's seen better days. For her the good times had rolled and she'd rolled with them - rolled and rolled and rolled, coming to a stop eventually in what some might call the gutter - and I called opportunity. Mind you, somewhere along the way her gutter had fallen off and she'd let to many in through her front entrance.
Well, it isn't the falling by which we are measured, it's the rising up and flying again. All she needed was a bath, a makeover, and a couple of drinks; and I had all three back at my place. As we climbed the stairs to my hotel room I kind of liked her slightly staggered gait.