In the morning, snow, cold I am waiting for the bus, I think of my own.Here is a good God or something like this, damn vision I want a good God give me a vision - I thought.The next bus with a huge just a huge number of the route number written in the format of the Wattman A2 enters the sidewalk.
I understand the joke, I will no longer swear nothing to God.
P.S But I understood the degeneration – to be careful with your dreams.