Alla inlägg den 4 december 2011
''Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, it is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.'' ~Jack Handey
Under hela festen igår hade jag endast en sak i huvudet:
In My Darkest Hour av Megadeth.
Jag förstår inte varför, men så fort jag kom ut från dunket var det första jag hörde i mitt huvud dessa rader av lyrics, fram-morrade av Dave Mustaine:
''In my hour of need
Ha you're not there
And though I reached out for you
Wouldn't lend a hand
Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me''
Kanske det hade något att göra med min ångest? Kanske det hade något att göra med att nån jävel stal min rock? Kanske det hade något att göra med att mitt ena örhänge försvann? Kanske det var överdosen av folk som gjorde det?
Jag vet inte.
''Did you ever think I get lonely
Did you ever think that I needed love
Did you ever think to stop thinking
You're the only one that I'm thinking of?''
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