Here’s a quick sneak peek inside part of the enigma…
“The Quasimodo Theory?”
“Yeah, like I base my whole life on a hunch.” He belched again.
Fanny was now fast asleep on his lap, her face buried in his crotch. J-R still snored in the corner, despite Stump’s efforts to annoy him by throwing each of his empty lager cans at his head. Blagg had called for room service about fifteen minutes earlier and complained that the bar only had four lagers left in it. He had snorted that it wasn’t fucking good enough, and if they didn’t want him to come down to the lobby stark naked and prove why he was called Blagg Hardon, they should fucking well get some cold lagers up there pronto – 49 cold lagers to be precise. Needless to say, five minutes later, room service rang the bell of the penthouse and forty-nine cold lagers were trollied in. Twelve of them now littered the floor where Jonny-Ray slept.
“But that still doesn’t answer the question of where you get your lyrics?”
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