Kissing Arssi again

After luring Arssi up the hillock on the north side of the station — the one with the big cement vent behind which all the homeless people piss and shit, and sometimes fuck — in a drunken state the other night, I leaned back on the vent and aggressively kissed him.

Surprising me, he put his arms around me and kissed me back, also aggressively. He was drunk, too, of course, after an hour or so at a local herna

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