Breathe

The air today smelled of broken hopes, grim ends and children's despair. You could feel the sad atmosphere of ending summer and the faint scent of fear. The fear of responsibilities, failed exams, dead dreams and shit cafeteria food. When I passed a group of teenagers on my way to the grocery store I saw the same blank, distraught stare in their eyes, the same I had every year by the end of summer. I was almost sure they would all burst into tears any moment. But they didn't. They just looked at me, as if they wanted to say "Fuck school, get bitches". Why, my young friends, why would I fuck school when I can fuck The Perfect Natalia instead? I'm way pass school problems. My only problem now is that air smells like the end of everything and that my beer is getting warm.

But I cleaned up the whole house today. And I'm getting more friend points with my neighbor. Today was the second day in a row when she had coffee at my place. We reached the point when I buy her cat food and she shows me her sex toys. Ach, it's good to have a friend again.