This is the point of no return... I've stumbled through a snow storm... Missed the last bus home... It's three in the morning and I'm back at Morgans and Marianas place. The light was whispering something in my ear... "Go home and sleep Johan... Go home..." But I couldn't and I didn't. That's why my body and soul hates me today. I feel like shit and I smell and I have this horrible taste of cheap rum and old cigar in my mouth.
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