Mikko shouted as we raced down the street toward Asylum. “What are you going on about?” Kubrick asked. “We’d collected six heads for last call. We left them behind. We can’t show up with nothing.” I chimed in. “We’ve got packs of food, Mikko. It’ll be okay, this once. We’ll make up for it tomorro...
It was a painfully slow climb up the social ladder and the only possible reward was a seat at the table dubbed ‘Cool’. Sally and I knew that was never a part of our future; so for the last two years, we relegated ourselves to a corner table where no one would notice us. We did our best to remain ...