The Friend of a Friend...

I don't give a f*** no more, if people think I am a wh***.


I just wanna dance, oh, I just wanna dance.


When most people surrender to their beds, we boys do the complete opposite.


Get up and go clubbing.


It's been awhile since you've gone out G. A month? Two? Three months?


And what's this G, an acquaintance, a delectable one, asking if you'll go?


Of course you will, it was already planned, schemed, devised.


There is no excuse.


But be careful G, acquaintances are not friends and there are just some booby traps you would gladly place yourself into. ;)








Part 1