shit had started fucked up when i realised they dont sell beer on international games..
funniest thing i saw was dieter on hauptbahnhof.

he wanted 5 bucks for the pic but i promised him a piece of my earnings instead.
dont know what his hat is tryin to say but it speaks out loud. it got louder on südtribüne, but the energy didnt really grab the guys on the field. lost 0:2.

shit happens, whatcha gon do about it?
what i did was buyin two tickets for the next game. dfb cup against berlin, again with kuup, an old homie from kamen. i’ll make sure i get drunk this time. nach dem spiel is vor dem spiel.

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