Was just in the shower
and completely out of the blue it came back to me that i once spent Christmas in a crack house (had buried that one away deep till this morn!)
They were shit days.
All that awful guilt.
Fuck me that was dark.
And i remember really wanting to leave and be with my family
but i was somehow indebted to the crack house owner so i had to sit Xmas out with him.
That we were in this shit together.
Fuck that memory.