Any reference to people and places existing or real events is purely coincidental.
Whether you are employed, worker, student, freelancer, you know that after a day of "heavy" there is nothing better than to treat yourself a little pleasure of life. But many ...
I rained on his head a storm. Launch casually clothes on a chair - bathroom - a good crap release, with an adjoining a pleasant reading. Gestures that when you have too much time for yourself, you do not know to appreciate. And then the rite includes a hot shower, singing something frivolous (even customize the text). There is dry to the warm welcoming of your room, you wear something overly comfortable. There would be good background music, but tonight I'm not going.
For once I want to give a dinner as they should, and so with the small pleasures of the kitchen. Yes, two omelets with ham and mozzarella salad and are a pleasure very small for a big man tired after a long day, but you should know my salad before a hurry rating: Brazilian salad, radicchio, tomatoes, corn, parmesan flakes , mayonnaise, green apple, walnuts, a drizzle of olive oil, a little balsamic vinegar and a pinch of salt. Although all of these colors are important to meet the body and mind.
While tearing a slice of bread with your hands, I'm thinkin 'two songs that will play tomorrow, but I still confuse the issues. Sometimes I, damn! "Night And Day" and "Just Friends" are the two pieces indicted today. It begins to sing a mentally, and now, on the same chords, I remember the theme of the other. Combining my brain the memory of a PC, I think maybe I would need a good defrag. And to say that for a bass player should not be a problem to confusion on the issues of a jazz standard, but in the past I happened to play "Yesterdays" instead of "Summer Time" or "Stella By Starlight" instead of "Beautiful Love". I was able to recover quickly the walkin ', but I stayed in a silly estrangement because of feeling to play a different topic from what I had imagined at the outset.
Now turn off the music in my brain, and with the aid of a mirage olfactory, tossed here and there by the scent of her body, I do a swim in the idea of \u200b\u200bmy addiction to her. It 's like when you happen to have on hand or something as beautiful as you want, that I could not believe it's really your. "In a little 'discover that they have made a mistake and I take away the" you say to yourself as you try to take advantage of this fortune as possible before it is too late. I sometimes even in dreams and do not know if it is common to all (but of course it is): If I am in a paradoxical situation too, I sense of being in a dream and I can wake up voluntarily. Yet the strong odor of burnt eggs into the pan with toasted mozzarella remind me that is all real. Real as the document that I deliver to my client tomorrow morning and is currently at 60%. Real as the pain in my back that I will be hauling down five flights of stairs of my instrument amplifier such as fuck you get caught the elevator maintenance company and my landlord for the elevator broke. And for the rent increase.
Back in my body and remove the pan from the charred mass. Prepare to smile and another omelette stuffed chimp, because she is not there tonight ... but tomorrow there will be. And because the storms never last that much.
(End of part 1)
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