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when i counted the bottles after getting up i recognized how much i had drunk the night b4. five of them during one phone conversation? wohin? the rest of the day didnt feel too productive, still i could finish an article about terry lynn next to the daily BI. then, b4 i got a chance to make a song out of some ideas i had, weekend came. that might seem weird for you if you work a 9 to 5, but since i live in a constant-weekend timezone, i allways wish for two more hours to get shit done before the party starts. most concerts of friends i go to, i only see the encore and the afterparty.

anyways, i had planned to watch feuer über deutschland, a dvd i am on, with marlon. plus jayjay had asked me to step by because he couldnt leave the house. some eye infection or something.. when i finally remembered Brennas release concert in hagen, it added up to too much for one evening. i cancelled meeting jay. he started betting^^- fucks one up to see six friends get loaded for a party you cant go to.. done did that too many times myself. i felt sorry but decided he wouldnt have cancelled anything for me if it was the other way around. hey pal, you started that unloyal bullshit.
marlon finally called like “sorry pal, just watch that thang alone, we gotta go to frankfurt to kick some asses.” – “no prob, i’m going to hagen now anyways. whats up with you fellas?” – “ah nothing, just somebody we have to knock and them boys want me with them” – “okay watch yourself”. never knew he got down like that, but whatever. at least some loyalty left in this stinking world.
meanwhile i chatted with two editors and blackballed a video project because they had fucked up the sound. four hours extra time for one of em and i still had to kick it. i ended all conversations, filled the flachmann with dew, grabbed a piece of the newspaper and went to catch the train. one hour of bouncing sefyu on the fucking qbowl and typing bullshit in my mobile ahead..