I’ve got no friends. I had one friend, but he died. I asked someone else if he’d be my friend if I paid him, and he said yes, but it would cost me £70 an hour. Fuck that, I said, I could have a whore for that. That was the last time I ever spoke to a human being. The closest I get to human contact now is handling milk bottles that the milkman has just delivered. I’ve currently got an ad in a paper for a friend for less than £50 an hour. Two people have replied so far, but I had to reject both of them (the first one was a social worker, and the second one was a smack head). I’m thinking of killing myself. At least in Heaven I’ll have a friend in Jesus, as the song went.
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