Just woke up. Hungover, very hungover. Oh how I love hangovers on a warm day. My belly is aching for some food. Frying potatoes with some Heinz beans, few eggs (sorry chickens for supporting your suffering, I’m a cruel animal I know) and a cold can of coca cola. Tequila will do this to a man. We were at Protest last night after my show. It was fun. You made my lips red with your lipstick. Those strawberry kisses would keep a sober man up at night. But once again, victory is yours and I admit my defeat. For now… Later tonight having dinner with my uncle from finland who came down for a visit. The doctors dont know shit. Psychobabblists say that alcohol is a depressant (in the days that follow the initial high). Bullshit. It’s just another thing that happens in life that takes our chemistry one way instead of another. We don’t live in a vacuum. Life is dynamic. Everything is chemistry. EVERYTHING. Artificial or not. Happiness is just a word that means “generally feeling good instead of bad”. Feeling good. We all want to feel good. I have been feeling good lately more than previously. Generally good. Happy? Not sure about that yet.
Oh and of course another show, this time at the one and only XX Sajand.
Be there or be a triangle!
Lunch time.