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'Well, that's it', I told myself and looked down on this small green hill in front of me.
It was 20 past eight pm - a good time.
I rolled my chronic, conical cigarette and walked out of the house.
I stepped outside and just as I did, nature stepped on me - it was freezing cold.
I started thinking about the absurdity of global warming as I walked through the village.
'Why are all people talking about the world's heating up while I evolve to an almost 2 metres in size ice cube?'
I got clear about myself being phantasizing, threw that thought away.
My special meal was burning meanwhile and my brain slowly developed into a waterfall of pointlessness.
As I walked through the snowy landscape, I noticed one of those modern housings - the architect must have been on crack or else.
Inside, a family was to be seen - father in front of his computer, his wife treating their children pedagogically.
I stopped and watched the scenery as the father ignored his environment to complete his game.
What would happen if the father cracked up?
Would there be a massacre due to Counter Strike?
I started stepping back on the way I came here - suddenly, I heared music out of nothing and my bag vibrated.
I looked on my mobile phone - it was my dad, I didn't pick up his call.
I just wanted to stay calm in my current state.
So I decided to go into a café nearby which would hand me beer and beer was exactly what I needed now.
'Damn' I thought, as it smelled like cake and coffee and not like the usual cigarette-ashtray-mix.
Where in hell was the smoker's room?
Finally, I found it - I looked around: Two old men, around 60 years old, sat on a table talking about the 'mean and unrespecting youth'.
Looking further, I saw a girl, not even 16 as I presumed, sat next to a full ashtray and a glass whiskey.
Obviously, she'd hit the bottle until she'd wake up in the next hospital.
The reason for her behaviour was her mobile phone which was clearly examined by her if there had been any new messages during the past 30 seconds.
I was frightene by the scenario as follows: She drank whiskey - but no real whiskey.
It was burbon.
Cheap stuff to ensure a huge hangover on the next day.
Furthermore, she smoked like a house in winter or the cooling towers at a nuclear power plant.
My theory was thrown up by the waitress whom I told to bring me a non-alcoholic beer.
As I got back to my emo, it was gone.
One may call me weird, but there was a certain percentual chance, that she went to the toilet where she cut herself to repaint the wall.
Out of curiousity, I want there to take a look at it but I didn't hear any whining or similar, so I got back to my beer which had arrived meanwhile.
Thinking a while about the cause of her depression I came to the idea that her boyfriend must have broken up with her - if she ever had one.
'Poor ****', I thought and finished my beer.
I paid 50 cents too much for the awesome cleavage of the waitress and stepped out.
Besides the awkward theories I invented about panicking fathers and suicidal girls, I took some eyedrops to clear up my sight.
'One cannot be careful enough those days' I phantasized as I started to get back into boarding school.. as soon as I hit the door, I noticed my bed, slipped in and slept at once dreaming of giraffes and blue crocodiles..
It was 20 past eight pm - a good time.
I rolled my chronic, conical cigarette and walked out of the house.
I stepped outside and just as I did, nature stepped on me - it was freezing cold.
I started thinking about the absurdity of global warming as I walked through the village.
'Why are all people talking about the world's heating up while I evolve to an almost 2 metres in size ice cube?'
I got clear about myself being phantasizing, threw that thought away.
My special meal was burning meanwhile and my brain slowly developed into a waterfall of pointlessness.
As I walked through the snowy landscape, I noticed one of those modern housings - the architect must have been on crack or else.
Inside, a family was to be seen - father in front of his computer, his wife treating their children pedagogically.
I stopped and watched the scenery as the father ignored his environment to complete his game.
What would happen if the father cracked up?
Would there be a massacre due to Counter Strike?
I started stepping back on the way I came here - suddenly, I heared music out of nothing and my bag vibrated.
I looked on my mobile phone - it was my dad, I didn't pick up his call.
I just wanted to stay calm in my current state.
So I decided to go into a café nearby which would hand me beer and beer was exactly what I needed now.
'Damn' I thought, as it smelled like cake and coffee and not like the usual cigarette-ashtray-mix.
Where in hell was the smoker's room?
Finally, I found it - I looked around: Two old men, around 60 years old, sat on a table talking about the 'mean and unrespecting youth'.
Looking further, I saw a girl, not even 16 as I presumed, sat next to a full ashtray and a glass whiskey.
Obviously, she'd hit the bottle until she'd wake up in the next hospital.
The reason for her behaviour was her mobile phone which was clearly examined by her if there had been any new messages during the past 30 seconds.
I was frightene by the scenario as follows: She drank whiskey - but no real whiskey.
It was burbon.
Cheap stuff to ensure a huge hangover on the next day.
Furthermore, she smoked like a house in winter or the cooling towers at a nuclear power plant.
My theory was thrown up by the waitress whom I told to bring me a non-alcoholic beer.
As I got back to my emo, it was gone.
One may call me weird, but there was a certain percentual chance, that she went to the toilet where she cut herself to repaint the wall.
Out of curiousity, I want there to take a look at it but I didn't hear any whining or similar, so I got back to my beer which had arrived meanwhile.
Thinking a while about the cause of her depression I came to the idea that her boyfriend must have broken up with her - if she ever had one.
'Poor ****', I thought and finished my beer.
I paid 50 cents too much for the awesome cleavage of the waitress and stepped out.
Besides the awkward theories I invented about panicking fathers and suicidal girls, I took some eyedrops to clear up my sight.
'One cannot be careful enough those days' I phantasized as I started to get back into boarding school.. as soon as I hit the door, I noticed my bed, slipped in and slept at once dreaming of giraffes and blue crocodiles..
