If it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna fucking happen. Like today. I wasn’t going to do my weekly H&M sale hunt. I almost didn’t even make it to the 4 o’clock train, because I had left some minutes later from the office. And, once in the mall, I was thinking about taking a different way out….
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Woke up, around 11am. Put a slice of cheddar cheese on top of last night’s 7-Eleven pizza and warmed it up in the oven. Breakfast, lunch and hangover food, combined. Problem solved. “Sunday’s already looking great,” I thought. A least, way better than last Sunday, when I broke my 7 month standing record of not…
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“Being drunk fucking sucks.” 5:57am. Sunday. Yeah, I wanted M and at that time this seemed like a great conversation opener. “Maybe we’ll fuck,” I thought, in my drunkeness. Of course she didn’t reply to my message, so we clearly did not fuck. She probably didn’t even get the message until some hours later, at…
Read moreI’m gonna tell you a little secret: every time I write, I play the Untitled album by Sigur Rós. I don’t know for how long I’ve been doing it, but I like to listen to it. It soothes me and gets my creative juices flowing. Ironically -and this is just something I realized a few…
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Think of a year. Maybe 2014. Mid-January. Summer. Now, think of a place. Around South America. Say Chile. Santiago de Chile. Downtown. Barrio Brasil. There’s this okay building, with a decent apartment on the sixth floor. Behind some shitty dark brown curtains, there’s a bed. There’s a guy lying in that bed. He’s 30 years…
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