
I didn't know at the time, but it was black eyed friday, the friday before christmas when workers finish at mid-day and spend the evening and afternoon drinking. This explains the packs of men in packs. It didn't explain the super slinky women who were out amongst them though. Was there nowhere/nothing better than skipping through the puke puddles, past the meathead security to get to it. Perhaps not. After all i was lurking in the shadows too, looking out to see what would come along.
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