Someone I met said they were the devil... I think I believe them.

To begin, I would like to say that I am not very religious. I think if you asked me if I believed in God, I would just shrug and say a few words about being on the fence about it. Then I would go about my day.

That was, of course, before last night.

The people I hang out with like wild nights. Drink a little coke, take a little e in the bathroom, maybe hook up with someone, and then text me at ten past who-the-fuck-knows telling me they don't need that ride I promised them after all.

I do like a drink, that's not true. I just don't like going to clubs. Lying low in a pub with a drink in my hand and watching TV while some dirty guy in the back yells for a different station. That's my idea of fun.

I agree with my friends when they say they want to go out. I wait for the first club, buy a non-alcoholic beer in case I need to get to my car, and try to act like I'm having fun. When I see them hitting on girls and guys and start talking to someone who seems like they might be a dealer, I decide they don't need my help anymore. The night tube is right there, and I can always find my car the next day. They don't take too long to get to.

After that, I leave the club and look for something a little more natural. It's not hard to find that at all.

I was in a bit of a bad mood in a pub called the Raggae Bar. I didn't really like the name, but the drinks were cheap, and most of the…