05 December 2005

My dear Hotel Neighbour

What a big ass. I have never seen him, I don't know who he is. Luckily. To be politically correct, I just say this: he talks forever on his phone, loud mouth, singing voice, always the same topic for ages: women. He never says a name, but: I know! I know! I know! I know! What I say, do you know what I mean, what! What! What! What! Very true, Very true, Very true, I agree with you 100%, oh yeah!! Uh!! Oh!! UH man !! Uh man !! I know! I know! I know! I know!
I have to go out to buy Oro Pax or go out to Hyde into the Hideout bar and get drunk. Even better would be a wonderful, powerful sound system in my hotel room. This guy with his high screaming voice turns my silver hair into gray. Thank you brother.

Donut and coffee in the windshield is priceless !

  On the dash, a donut and coffee cup! Donut on the dash board. These are REAL cops. That donut is the lucky charm   Love the literal donut ...