@heretoboogie [cont. from here]
“Hey, I jest came out of a group session arright. Gotta pass on th'misery. Et loves company after all.” The answer to the second question had him laugh out loud, barking up at the sky. “Aw shit, ye’re gonna hate my wardrobe!” Cam chuckled.
“Uh-huh” Group session. Euphemism for stick-up-their-arses pricks trying to talk the individuality out of others. Or whatever. Liam licked the the fag paper edge of the smoke he’s just been preparing for himself. “How about ye name somming you like about yerself then”, the Manc suggested, before he lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. All the bloody therapy he currently needed.
“And don’t tell me it’s yer fashion sense.” With a smirk he handed Cam the cigarette invitingly, “Wanna?”
