Consuelo's Basement

Walking in the rain to hunt out a restaurant to eat by yourself sucks. Its just worth the effort.

So I ducked into this place. Its like the basement of a girl I knew in high school. Except instead of her cigarette reeking uncle Giancarlo, there is this guy - who looks like he definitely has a sawed off shotgun up his waistcoat.

He was standing in the doorway having a ciggie when I pushed past him.

Wish me luck.
(If I don't make it home, the dog goes to Maddie, Bethan gets the drums and Jacko can have my home theatre).