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HANGOVER BLOWI! I’m blowing off my debts!

Hey lad, sometimes I have moments when I go a bit over the top. That’s when I go out on the prowl. Sometimes I just need a bit of a wild night out. I deliberately head into the darkest backstreets in the neighbourhood and pick up a bloke. Usually the worst sort. People like that ground me. I’m prone to high-risk behaviour because there are two sides to me. The good and the bad. This time, it’s the bad. But in the moment, I just think it’s great. This time I’ve made up my mind: today, you’re going to let your hair down! And I went on a date with a really funny bloke... Deep down, I feel increasingly drawn to ‘lost people’. Because: we speak the same language. I’ve rarely met such a funny character, and I immersed myself in his gangster world. We lived it up and ordered food like there was no tomorrow… and somehow didn’t eat a thing. The next day, the hotel room looked as if 100 elephants had trampled through it. Oh dear! I was shocked. The worst bit of the whole thing was actually that the bloke had been banging me all night, then gone and nicked my stuff, leaving me sitting there on my own… And suddenly there was a knock at the door: ‘Hang on,’ I thought to myself, ‘who on earth could that be?’ It was the hotel manager. And there I was, without my wallet and completely lost. What do you reckon I’d got myself up to this time? That’s ‘victim style’ for you, I tell you. Stay tuned. That one nearly backfired....