Great idea I had, moving to Exarcheia. I can hear the vibrating buzz, of all the people socializing at all the bars around the area. What are they saying to each other? Did they arrange to meet there? Did they happen to run into each other? How does one arrange these things? Are they friends? They are engrossed in each other. So relaxed and content. What the f is that like? Good thing I don’t own a mαchιnε gυn.
Ran into someone on Friday, I was rushing out of FedEx with a new pair of cunt Lanvin pants I tracked down in Tokyo and I felt eyes on me so I turned, he was smiling, I smiled back, stopped as if I recognized him and spewed a chirpful hi! Spent 10 mins chatting about my struggles to have my fucking film produced and about his home on Andros island. I don’t know who he is. He seemed nice. I sort of think he might be someone I thought I disliked, but he seemed nice. Early onset of Alzheimer’s is no fun but at least I don’t have to be fully present.
It’s becoming very clear to me how people end up shοοting up places. The shοοter is often the least guilty one. The trιgger is truly pulled by the one being shοt. Beat someone up long enough and you’ll bring it on yourself.
