I was bar hopping with a friend of mine who’s a male prostitute. He’s a married guy that cheats on his wife with both men and women, and sells himself to men. We were at this one dive bar, and a guy came up to me and asked if I had any “works”. I told him “not on me”.
My friend pulls me aside and asks me what “works” are. I tell him, “stuff to shoot up with”. You know, inject drugs right into your bloodstream.
My friend about pops a vein he’s so pissed off at me.
Go figure.
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You sure have some interesting friends Razor.
Do I know you?
Do I even want to?
I do like your name though.
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