K on a F

I met a well-dressed whore named Kindness on a Friday in a diner on the outskirts of any town

She told me I should try lying for a change, after all, it always seemed to work out to her advantage in the end, and made well sure that she got there quicker
I didn't have enough to lose to worry about listening or not listening, so I went to the store and bought a mask during the day-after-halloween sale that I could wear the other days of the year.

It's curious how I lock each door behind me to keep intruders out when i am alone, but leave them wide open when I'm not.