Must have been a full moon again. On my phone I found this photo which is me, and isn’t me. Any other time of the month you would think I was out of my mind if I told you this was me. Years ago I was punched up by a chav, and then before I blacked out I remember he bit my arm. Every full moon I feel my mind go blank and sit back while the chav comes to play.

Read More Posted Sun Sep 27, 2015 | 331 Words | Tagged story chav something slightly different