It was near sunset, still on the rush, still had things to settle. The smell of alcohol still lingers on me. I came back, he was still there maybe for a thought would be/was waiting for me? No talks, just a hundred smiles. I started on not being me. I start to talk, well for that moment would be just plain dirty shit. Intoxicated as I am, with a pen and a paper wrote notes like a grader or even worse. He, trying to help, finished my notes with a word or two. He, still wondering. Home at last. The following days were as miserable as it is, that I couldn’t even imagine would have happen. Nothing is impossible. Addidas.

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