The Monday. The morning. I work. And on the street, warm, sunny, birds sing... They didn’t hold up with a friend and went to the bar for a ice cream. The head of the grimza saw it in the window and walked to the third of our colleague where we went in the jackets because until lunch there was still a long way.
When I came back I lied that I was smoking.
Fuck, I’m going for the ice cream and lying about smoking!!! and survived!!! to