Rex Matters

Met a drunken tramp called Rex. He was f'ing and blinding that he was going to die that night, because the local detox house wouldn't let him in. At the detox house, they told us Rex had to pass an entry test, but that he'd fail, because he was always f'ing and blinding. Rex F'ed and blinded a bit more, and then ran away from me. I never saw him again.