friday-ish
by Vasil KolevBeer
park
darkness
i’m alive
and a nice evening to you :)
… was the sms I sent to a dear (wonderful) person from the lake with the lilies. While going home I passed near the observatory and overheard some people singing “Libe” (“Loved one”) by Balkandji (I waited until the end of the song), in Iztok ) I walked near a singing lad, and at the Pliska bus station (as I had shopped a bit and was feeling lazy) I showed a lad how to pop a spline (which Svetyo (knight) showed me a long time ago).
(I had a meeting with some people around the lake with the lilies, but they didn’t show – It didn’t ruin the mood)
So, to summarize… I took off from the office with a beer, I got to the park, I drank it, I walked around, I got another beer, went to Pliska and drank it on the way, shopped some stuff and a beer and drank it on the way home. I even said ‘cheers’ to some kids in the bus…
From days like this the serial killers are born. We cleaned and arranged the final things today, sorted about 200 cables (some day I’ll make a garden like this), arranged the last parts, cleaned… Monday I’ll swear a bit at the people I was a substitute for (Kiril, Kalin, I mean you), after which I’ll be taking a few days vacation…
So the idea for the serial killer comes from the thing that after a day like the current one and the wonderful night I’d kill almost anybody that’s disturbing my peace… I think I need some really strong sedatives, maybe a room with padded walls too.
(I’m wondering about buying a bass guitar. I know I’m musically invalid, but there might be some hope.)