This page was open for a full hour and I was just playing the guitar and talking to myself. Never mind, not myself, but imaginary other people, explaining various aspects of my life, testing, whether I sound sane or charming or whatever.
However, I have zero material to write on, will try after the smoking break.
Alright, I just found a 6 minute video of me, N, P and a random guy V at V's place, with terrible drunk quotes like "Martin, where is my coat, oh my god, where could it be, the problem is that I'm a bit dizzy", "What happens on Christmas, stays on fucking Christmas" and oh my god, I really hope I'm talking in this way only when wasted.
I've said for a few years now that I'd like to clone myself a few times so I can have the awesome band and every member would understand what I want from them, but now it seems I'd never drink with them. Videos like this really undermine my illusion of a charming drunk.
It has been almost two hours since I started to write this. No miraculous epiphanies, no sudden realizations, and too lazy to try writing something serious. Still, tomorrow should be better, after all, I'm going to party tonight. I don't know anyone there, but, fuck it, I'm an actor and I will be playing a "wolf man" who gets drunk, hallucinates, hits on a girl and then wakes up on his own with no friends in the same bar. Wait, should I be happy that I'm that guy?
I found a shortcut to a folder inside one of its sub-folders. Trippy.
Word count: 304
Word count: 304
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