In the studio, fuckin' summer evening, great night with Boel, now drinking wine, gonna go downtown, avoid the fuckin' football, kill a friend (fuck, hate one thing about that girl, everyone tries to get her, it's like I'm not existing, so...s'pose I have to be violent or something). Now smoking another of her cigarettes. Yeah, sure, promised her a trip to Nice if I'll get some money soon. That would be fun, feel sick of Paris right now...
Met her the day after the phonecall, everything was OK, and this night we had long discussions.
Love is strange...