When I was doing the repairs, my father moved me to the kitchen with the couch. I have chopped! My personal room. The kitchen in Stalingrad was huge. I immediately glued all Nirvana and Aerosmith. But the father ordered everything to be removed, jokes with the bullies of the colonel do not play. It was painful (

And now I watch my daughter glue her room with incomprehensible guys (I don’t even know their names). I asked about one, the daughter, what for a spire you hanged on the wall. It turned out that he was a drug addict who died of an overdose. Knowledge may suggest who it is (type may be a rapper, but I’m hz). In general, now I’m a father, and... I remembered my poster with Kurt Cobain. He stopped asking, he left. Every generation has a drug addict whose posters hang on the walls.