Toilet

Monday, 21 July 2008

It's been a while, I can hardly even remember tonight's stuff.

We were driving up some hills with my father in our old car. He could hardly make it. Didn't make it at all actually, but the father insisted, it just need a bit of engine warmup. So he was driving the car on some (literally) 5cm ledged and we were walking behind, trying not to get ourselves killed since the whole thing was made out of dried dirt and fell apart on each step.

We spend the night in some drug rehabilitation center, I have no idea why. We brought beer, but they already had some in the freezer. There was only one guy there, seemed nice. But surely, after a while they were all looking to beat me up, don't ask me why this always happens. Maybe it's all the stress in my life. I was hiding in some mud until I have almost worn out my shoes and then found myself in our bathroom. Toilet seemed kinda clogged up, I flush it and all the puke and water go everywhere, and it doesn't stop. This must have been the worst situation all together. I thought to myself, I gotta be dreaming. I just checked how am I feeling and said, naaah.... reminder to yourself, if you gotta ask, the question is "FUCKING YES!"