as i rounded the corner and it hit me i thought, you've got to be joking.
a dream that makes you depressed when you wake up is basically a nightmare.
dazed, lifeless, now the sound of a man losing something. something like a destiny. or one he believed in. no difference, i guess.
no... you've got to be joking. oh, hi. yes, hi. my friend's having a birthday here, inside. no, don't bother. alright, see you.
pooushhhfft. can't really function.
saturday. dinner. i can't think of more than one we had.
i thought about it. maybe it wasn't destined. maybe someone else was better than me, for you. but that was rough.
boy. i think i owe it to myself to have a few drinks.
"... i remember every detail. the germans wore grey. you wore blue."
