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.