Sunday, May 16th, 2021
Great idea I had, moving to Exarcheia so that it can rubbed in my face, raw; I can hear the vibrating buzz, of all these people in all these bars, socializing. Are they all friends? Did they make plans to meet or just happen to run into each other? How does one arrange these things? They seem so engrossed in each other, sitting across each other, running their mouth incessantly, taking turns to chime in, cutting in like butter with the best joke. The fuck are they saying to each other? So much stuff. So relaxed and at ease and pleased and shit. What the f is that like? How the goddamn fuck do you do that?
They’re lucky I don’t own a gυn.