I stand on the balcony, smoke, drink whiskey, dawn, grace...
Suddenly I see out of the dark window in front of the cockroach, and falls on the passing man under the windows.
The dialogue struck me with its simplicity:
"You are out!?" from below
"Let me walk under the windows at five in the morning!"
"I will go up and fuck you" - from below
"And I will go down and fuck you" - up
"I would get up, the current read me lazy, I’m tired" – from below
"I would go down, the electricity is reading me up... Okay, while the guy"
"Okay, so far, it was nice to meet" - from below...
I don’t understand the lies are all to blame, the intelligents have fought.