shit

A few years ago I was working at a Junkie hotel in Kings Cross and one night we had a break in. A homeless man who seemed to not own any pants, slipped in whilst I was doing laundry on the roof, when I found him he was crouched in the stairwell shitting onto the floor, I started to freak out and all he would say is »Can you light my smoke?« Over and over as I dragged him to his feet and threw him out.