YES, YES I KNEW IT!
Those fucking SATAN’S tools.

I’m NEVER, EVER going against my instincts.
So. We gather at the National Theater with our luggage, collect the money they were paying us for the extra show in Skopje and we fart around at the theater’s coffee shop till it’s time to get on the bus to take us to the airport. And then it happens.
“A plane crashed in Skopje. No survivors.”

WHAT THE FUUCK??!?!?!?!?! GIMME BACK MY PASSPORT

N-O-W!


I majorly freaked out and demanded to be given my fucking passport and I took full responsibility to get my sorry ass to fucking Skopje by TRAIN. They gave me no hard time about it as I was on the brink of a full force hysteric ass kicking fit. A few other members of the cast had already taken earlier trains and were already on their way. WHY had I agreed to take the FUCKING ASS-FUCKING PLANE?!?!?!?! Maybe i’m getting senile after all. Marilita decided to join me so we so we dragged ourselves to the train station and stood in line for tickets. And like 2 minutes later I get a phone call: ” Show’s canceled. Come back.”
YES!!!!!!!
GOD DAMN FUCKING P-H-E-W!…………………………
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