I took a shit in a box near the front door so that Tybo, Roma & Bertelle could watch me. I went outside to smoke. The cigarette fell apart in my fingers.
Back inside my friends swarmed the house, palpitating like drowning fish. A school of drunkenness roamed the living room. Wondering what the hell Bertelle is doing in my room I went over to investigate.
They tackled me in the kitchen, no matter how mildly irritated I got they kept piling in until I woke up to a world of grey.
I went outside for the morning smoke. It will most likely kill me one day but at least the real ones don’t break in your hands. The streets were empty and serene. With nothing happening and no one to see, I knew I had to find a way to be OK with that.
