A drunken night to wash away the bitter taste. It was two-o-clock in the goddamn morning and Blitzo Kats had hit rock bottom. Between the pulsating music and the sweet taste of honeysuckle residue...
A drunken night to wash away the bitter taste. It was two-o-clock in the goddamn morning and Blitzo Kats had hit rock bottom. Between the pulsating music and the sweet taste of honeysuckle residue...