This story is a real scary one.
After taking home his lover, drinking and taking Valium, Wayne Robinson got something to remember his lover by. No, not an STI, or a paternity suit, she decided to take a Stanley knife to his body and create a bit of artwork. Well, I’m sure she thought it was artistic.
I really don’t know what possessed her to do such a thing to an unconscious and obviously oblivious human being. It does perhaps remind everyone that getting off your face with someone who you don’t known and cannot therefore entirely trust.
I don’t even know how long they had known each other.
All I can say is OUCH!