Right, friday, nothing to do, at least nothing I want to do. No money, no future (no past), drinking another beer, Pony's watching television, Petra's asleep, and me turning into a psycho any second. Need money and red wine and sex and...fun!!! Strange days. Well, I'm not alone, that's something, but still I'm worried, worried about my future, don't know anything about it right now. I know I can't trust certain people; did I learn something from that? Probably not. But in some peculiar way It feels like we have some fun, hard to tell how, but whatever. We're just bored teenagers!!! Need more blood to make more art. Fuck, we're running out of cigarettes...