There's a bed a few feet away, but I won't sleep in it. The thought of all the lost souls wasting their existence on that infested mattress saddens me... The prostitutes and their johns. The drunks pissing themselves. The addicts shooting their fix into their veins.It's not any belief that I'm better than them that makes me choose to not sleep there. No; I belong here. I am just as lost as any alcoholic, junkie, or whore who has ever stared at these same four walls.The reason I choose the floor. "I want to bang your girlfriend." The room went silent, I was chocked. That little cocksucker had the balls to say that right to my face in front of my girlfriend. Before I could even say anything Jennifer started laughing. "Haha you dumb little boy go home" she said. "Yeah get the fuck out of here." I joined in, uncomfortable at the situation. He stood there calmly starring right into Jennifer's eyes and blankly said "I know you want to honey". Jennifer looked in disbelief at him."What don't. " He then outlined the rules. Everybody was willing to give it a go, so we anted up and the pro began the deal. The first few pots were kept low and everybody won at least one deal. This game was a little bit easier for me, because I could see most of the cards the other players had. I was good at estimating the odds, so that either the pro or I was the usual winner after the pots got big. There was a lot of laughter and joking around among the players as good and bad cards showed up, so that. It had been arranged that I stay the night at their house and usually Carol would have been out with Suzy and we then met up for drunken shag in the spare bed. This time there was no Carol as Suzy explained that she had to go home but she would return in the morning to which I said goodnight and collapsed in a drunken stupor on the spare bed and fell soundly asleep. The following morning I awoke with a raging thirst and made my way down to the kitchen for a drink. No one was around so I put the.