The Speed Fucking Club
Another Friday night, another bar, another evening of being the slightly drunk, redundant, third leg, with my BFF Carla and her partner, Vlad. I was always happy to hang out with Carla and I think she felt the same about me, but I sometimes felt sorry for Vlad, being dragged along for my weekly ritual humiliations. "What about that one over there?" asked Carla, pointing at a young man sitting as part of a group. "Too young," I dismissed him, although he was rather cute in a pretty-boy...