HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Me. Thanks. but no thanks. time is running. and fast! where´s my wife. what about by my career. what career? im a fuckin student!! volvo? a dog? anything!!!??? fuck. i´m gone. there´s no hope. well, maybe a little. but have to stop playing around. I´m serious now. Tomorrow i will look a wife for me! I already know a street in the center of madrid where there are a few possible ones. but fuck, they rate for hour basis. well, one or two hours a day will do. it´s normal nowadays, postmodern life. and anyways, you wouldnt see your wife all the time. 2 hours a day is enough. yeah. and volvo... baah. well, maybe an old one. from eighties. does it matter if it works or not? guess not. so, i´ll buy a one and ask some company to take it to a free parking lot and i can go there and sit inside it a while everytime i feel the crisis coming. I already feel it, sitting inside the volvo, maybe wearing a suite and suite case, black leather suite case, it´s like a shelter, a place to reflect a bit, to get a little distance and calm down. yeah yea, sitting inside a volvo, they won´t get ya, im just telling you. it´s a safety haven. yeah absolutely! thats the one! absolutely! and and and, a career. something. already have a volvo and kind of a wife. yeayeayea, hmmmm, well. it has to be something normal. nothing special. something boring. kind of. you know what i mean. selling something maybe. maybe like door to door thing. yes why not! lately people dont do that. like vacuum cleaners! yes like in movies! and its fuckin great idea! they have never came here to spain. propably because yankees dont speak spanish. and spanish dont of course speak english. and its obvious! people dont use vacuum cleaners here. they dont! they use moby, you know that thing you put in water with cleaning chemicals, then dry it a bit and then clean the floor with it. It´s so 20´s! or something around there. This is Big. Bee, Ay, Gei! B € I € G ! BIGBIGBIG. But i will never sell the old volvo. It´s the cornerstone of my new life and wealth. Maybe I just move it to a better neighbourhood.

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THIS IS MY HOME. always the same. you go to the bar. you are feeling great. taking some drinks and nothing can stop you. then you leave the bar. and nothing can stop you. and you are looking anything to stop you. come on. stop me. come on. stop me. but nothing will stop you. and you go home. same home. if you want you make some food. you remember those chinese trying to sell you a beer on a way home. cerveza, un euro. you frie and warm anything you got. you dont have much. and you eat it. it´s all the same. it all taste the same. almost. it´s 7.29. the time, i mean. it´s all the same. who cares? you care. a lot. but not now. or so you want to think. it doesnt matter. i dont care. you dont care. she doesnt care. it´s all the same. nobody remembers it tomorrow.