My hotel room in London was cozy and perfect. It overlooked the street. I love street views, I like to see people walking about, and hear traffic making songs. There was a small television, a desk and mirror, a twin bed and a bathroom. Perfection at its peak. I wanted authentic Indian Food, now that I was a fan of it. Unfortunately, there were not many Indian take-out places, and it was cold, and I wanted to walk about but I was tired, so tired…I popped down to Pret-A-Manger near the Tube station and at an Egg and Cress sandwich with a lemonade. Returning to my hotel room, I ended up jerking off to some porn I’d downloaded. I took a nap. By the time I woke up, it was time for me to go to the theater.
