It is way too early to be awake already. Here’s what’s happened.
There’s this friend of mine who raps, he’s been telling me he does ever since I knew him. Whole these years I never happened to have listened to him. Yesterday he made kind of a debut with his crossover band, Thursday is not exactly the best day for a gig but I simply couldn’t miss his show.
So I went to the gym, I got out and I had a kebab, I got to the party and a friend of mine handed me a zoot, cool. Yes, it was a bit cool. I was freezing my arse off, I wasn’t prepared for such a strong wind. BTW, while smoking I felt my belly hurting, ‘oh shit, it’s coming!’. I successfully tried to make it pass. Then I kept drinking my three beers.
It was all very nice. There was even a mosh-pit, which I sling myself into every time possible. I slept bitterly, waking up every two hours for a wee, then at 5 o’clock my belly couldn’t procrastinate over, and here I am, painfully piling crap inside my toilet.
Painfully. It hurts. Everybody’s sleeping still, I can’t thrash things around me, not even yell in pain. It does have to stay inside me, pain at least! Shit is very much outside. Very much indeed, it’s so abundant it loaded my toilet above the water.
That said, Let the weekend begin!