Friday the 13th justified itself.
I decided to quit work and left after lunch.
- I go happy with a smile on my face home, and fly into the artificial hole (repair of the road, no warning sign), the protection dissipated like crystal.
Hi you guys, you are a bitch.
- I go in traffic jams looking for a hundred, protection like a crack, all about the asphalt is rubbing.
- I turn to the first 100 hit, but there are no places, only tomorrow
- I give back, and there is nowhere to take the pillar, broke the lighthouse, a bumper
I come home, I take off my jacket, pull my sleeve, and he breaks out of the seam.
I sit down, drink vodka, I don’t touch the knives.