**Secret Artist #24 — Disco Armageddon**
I’ve been ditched. My pals have disappeared. I dunno if I said something, or if I just lost them, but here I am. Sitting on my own in a club with a glass of red wine to keep me company.
And here comes the first one, like fuckin clockwork.
“All right babe, you dancin?”
This gimp must be joking.
“Aye, but if *you’re* asking, then no. Beat it!”
He skulks off. But it’s not long before he’s followed by numero dos.
“I love that jacket! Have I seen you around here before?”
This one is better than the last, but clearly a knob as well.
“I doubt it. If I’d seen you floating around here, I’m sure I would’ve hid in a corner somewhere.”
He give...