Sprawled face down on this swiss stained iron bed. In a dismal cheap hotel. With my one arm injured. And the sweat stained billowous murk. From my last cold turkey attack.
Who are you?. My card, pretty lady. 'Devil May Care' music production, Beelzebub, president. I like your style, too bad you're not a singer. Oh, but I am, I am a singer.