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The dark abyss. Her legs spread wide open and i couldn't sleep. My head hurt, my heart burned. She took my favorite "Free Tibet" shirt and decided to sleep in it. Not that it doesnt look good on her, but fuck man, it's my best shirt. I wore that in Tibet! They would have kicked me in a small jailcell if they saw me wearing that. But for a picture it was worth the trouble. And now her breasts are stretching it apart. "The Bloody Beetroots - Talking In My Sleep" rammed trough my headphones, incoming call pushed the screams away.
"13 days left"
"..."
"bitch"
*click*
Seriously? Was that nice? Some old geezer trying to fuck me over for money. I had no idea how to come up with the cash, but since i had two weeks there was no reason to rush, right? I could really use some smokes right now. But that's the thing when you quit smoking. You quit the act, but not the desire. It's always there, lurking in the dark. I gave it up for her, and when i stop with something i don't see a reason to pick it up again. I hate losing, especially to my own moral standards.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VRq2xGOB9A
gotta move on...
gotta move on...
"Turn it down a bit"
"..."
"Hey. Turn it down a bit"
"..."
"TURN IT DOWN!"
"Hm."
"Why are you awake?"
"You smell like fish..."
"That's the natural scent of a woman."
"What a terrible thing to say."
"My tumor is acting up. Can you bring me a glass of water?"
"What a terrible thing to say."
"Shut up!"
"Hm. I'll get you your water"
"When did you come back?"
"Last week."
"Kevin wants to take holidays with me soon. Where did you go?"
"India"
"Ew"
"Who's Kevin?"
"My boyfriend, idiot"
"Here's your water. What does he do?"
"Some bankjob"
"What happened to your last guy? Pete? Paul? Pavlo?"
"Danny. And he Jumped"
"Jumped?"
"Yah, called up his bitch wife at two o'clock in the morning and then jumped infront of a train"
"What did he say to her?"
"How should i know? I wasn't there. Apparently she never talked to him again after he burned her family cash. That cold slut."
"Poor fucker..."
"Poor me! I was left with his little shit dog. Do you know how many times a day you have to feed these fucking animals?"
"In all honesty, no."
"Can you get me some smokes since you're up anyway?"
"Hm."
"Would you be sad if i jumped?"
"I'd be sad for the guy who cleans up the mess."
"Go fuck yourself Jay."
When i was in my teenager years i used to collect loose cash and pay for my cigarettes that way. There were times were we threw up to 50 coins in these little machines. Coin, shove, coin, shove, coin shove. Train stations have something horrific about them at four o'clock in the morning. When all the glamour starts to peel of from home coming clubbers. The older ones waiting for a taxi while the younger ones in their little groups wait for their first buses to take them home. I'll be honest with you, i love the clubs. But i hate how some people behave. Girls think they are princesses and guys having a staring contest. The hard the hardest. Back in my days you could dance with random people and enjoy the positive vibe. Nowadays guys just show no class anymore, seriously. Someone tabbed me on my shoulder.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5S0dkLZoTg
Sounds like shit is about to happen...
Sounds like shit is about to happen...
"Hey!"
"Hi."
"You Andrej's brother right?"
"Do i look like i could have a brother with the name Andrej?"
"I don't know do you?"
"I think he does"
"Wait you cant talk, i dont identify characters in dialoges. I only do two people at a time."
"What?"
"Nevermind. The answer is no though."
"No to what?"
"To your question."
"What question?"
"Do i look like someone with a brother named Andrej"
"Oh i think you do!"
"Yeah me too."
"Dude, seriously. It's way too confusing if you join the conversation."
"Shut up. You Andrej's brother! The same guy who slept with my little cousin Maria and then left her pregnant".
"Oh great a pregnant girl with an angry cousin scenario..."
"You think that's funny you little shit?"
"How come you know the name of my alleged brother but somehow have no clue what my name is?"
"So you admit he is your brother!"
"I said alleged."
"So?"
"I'm leaving now."
"Oh no you're not."
It's not so much the punch itself that hurts. It's the aftermath that really brings in the pain. Pulsating. Karma decided to punch me in the face by actually punching me in the face. I wasn't lying i had no idea who Andrej, Maria or character I or II was. I'm not the fighter type. I know how to look tough, build up the right facade with the right shirt and jacket but that's about it. I once punched a girl in the stomach and then got knocked out by her perfoming a serious kick to my head. Great girl. Great ass too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw5pKKMGGFU
4h30
4h30
"Oh my god what happened?"
"Got punched..."
"I can see that. What did you do?"
"Nothing. Was a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding? Who gets punched over a misunderstanding?"
"Me apparently."
"Did you bring my cigarettes?"
"Here."
"You should not get into fights. You're one who knows how to look tough with the right shirt and jacket but that's about it."
"Hm."
"You started smoking again?"
"No. But i think the situation demands one cigarette."
"Put some ice on it and then come to bed, i feel funny."
"Funny like a clown or upset stomach funny?"
"How about funny like in horny?"
"Hm."
3 and a half minutes later i was finaly able to fall asleep. I think i have a steak tomorrow...
