1. One morning, after yet another evening of sorting out yet another mental anguish moment, my phone buzzed as I received a text message. He asked me if I wanted to come over to his place – now living with a group of other metallers in a shitty student house. The booty call was irresistible and, despite needing to be in class in an hour, I high tailed it over there. When I rang the doorbell, another tall guy with long black hair answered - clearly hungover. I walked inside, he shouted from the top of the 3-story house a loud YES, and beckoned me up. The house was in ruins – it smelt of Boy,… 続きを読む