He makes sure that he finds a way to get it one way or another. Doesn’t matter if it’s from the comfort of his own place, the comfort of the place he rents to me or buy a dumpster behind the shopping mall.
No matter where I am or what I’m doing he finds a way to get my meth-piss in his thirsty thirsty mouth.
And I drop what I’m doing and happily oblige
