Now I hear the screams of the drunken people leaving Jamie's bar across my apartment. They are complaining about something that they could not afford during the day in their tight-ironed suits at the office: their complaints are mute, they make no sense, do not articulate mumbled by this substance called alcohol. The more you push it down the more non-sensical it will emerge. Out of non-sense comes the sense I hear a young couple now fighting. One is on one pavement side of the road, the other on the other: "Please dont leave me in the shadow of this street" he screams. She answers: "Everything I did was for you. Everything you did was for you. "
And this is my first post on this blog. Have you ever been to a steam room?
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