Lock-up, Buffalo, NY

Well the vultures have circled and picked clean the bones of our North American adventure (thanks craigslist). Lockup pretty much empty bar our bags to take home and a few straggler items that won't sell. 2nd hand duvet anyone? George Foreman grill anyone? Nope, didn't think so.

With all this cash in hand dealing we have been a little worried about getting murdered and dumped in our own lockup (too much Decter?). So I've grown a beard and a swagger and thought I looked a little intimidating... that was until Missy turned up last night for her clock radio with her fella in tow. She, pure trailerpark; he, shades despite it being dark out, gangsta clothes and seriously, chewing on a toothpick.