IKEA beds

Last night I broke my [IKEA] bed. Noticed only today, when I was blow drying my hair for the Holy Fuck event in Heaven tonight.

Memory 5.

And it reminded me of that night, so many years ago, when Lincoln and I used to fight on his [IKEA] bed, in the huge rented house in East London, and the frame broke completely, at that very point, when he caught me on top of him, and we were laughing hysterically. We continued to laugh, though the night. And at that point, we hadn't even kissed.
Those were the days of my crazy youth.

Lincoln is now married. And he changed his name to Tyler.