did the cops see me? will they turn around and follow? ahh, my white audi provides a good cover. dont panic. take off the yankees-cap and move.
why do i have dried blood on my hand?
and can i please get rid off this lame after-taste of the last vodka-bull i drank 8 hours ago.
when did i get home? and why did i bother calling people, waking them up?
gosh. i hate those twilight-drives to work. paranoia creeps down my spine. i am still drunk. and this bloody morning is too bright. wait. didnt i bring my new spy-sunglases? but where? maybe in my triple-5-soul-jacket on the backseat.
can i just please be in the office. relax. close the windows, dim the lights, unplug the phone and drink a liter of water.
aspirin would help.
where did i end up last night? after the hugo-boss-party and the 2 places i cant remember the names of and this pain in the ass trendy yuppie-bar.
ahh. i went to check out a club that just reopened. it used to be my favourite hangout, but it turned out to be the new gucci-chic-den. surfers wearing prada. fucking insane. anyway.
have to go. before the cops stop me.


