It’s eleven pm. Yet another night i can’t sleep. This is the first time I write something..don’t know why exactly I am doing it…maybe it’s because I am bored or maybe something else. Don’t really have an ideea or something i just realized and needed to share with others. Hmm.. where to start…I had a pretty tense life until now..went to all kind of parties,used to wake up in and didn’t know how I got there, some sexual experiences with black midget girls…oh…I’m sorry! I should have said tinny african american girls. Then i started doing cocaine and it really got messed up. I even sold some through my connections. When I say connections I mean about 4 or 5 grandmothers who can’t afford to pay the rent on their own and need a little extra cash. Then I turned 14 and thought I should get my act together (maybe it had a little to do with the fact the cops where kinda on my tail). Now I can say I’m normal, going to university and mostly flunking everything, got a job that I hate and in the evening I go out and drink a couple of beers and 4 or 5 shots of absint…you know, like most men do so they can cope with their life’s and fall asleep faster so they can can go to their dream jobs in the morning. I just realize now..I can write about so many things ..one of them could be reality but hey..whats the fun in that? Maybe in a couple of posts later something real is gonna pop out of the closet.. Ok, I’ve just finished my 9th shot of tequila and the way the things in my room are moving around me says I should probably go to sleep while I still feel my legs so…good night!
