I eat with the tail in the evening, davecha, behind the shoulders of the guitar, I am in the shoulder. almost all such brutal. in front of me, coming out of the bus, falls, sliding the girl. marrying, I raise her with one hand, calming down, gradually get acquainted, I take the phone, we go out in the store.
In the morning when I wash, as usual, I listen to the neighbors, I hear behind the wall:
...so good, lifted up, calmed down, asked for the phone, and playing the guitar...so bad!

I would kill!! to