about what we got up to or the things we saw when working.
of course what i never expected to happen on that first night we met was for him to see me. the actual me, the me that i worked so hard to hide away from the world. after a few weeks of working together we were sat having a chat a cigarette and a can of red bull, (we went through gallons of the stuff when we were on the doors) and out of nowhere he asked me "what's happened to you that's made you cut your arms?" he was of course referring to the many scars on my 