Wednesday, January 15, 2014


Running home, barefoot. It is past 3AM in the morning, and I really got to wee! Of course it had to start snowing – that's alright, I love snow... It's when it is gone before I could even finish my beer it bothers me.

When I got off the bus there was a thick, bumpy layer of ice everywhere – and I seriously had to wee. And, wearing my heels and all, I realised I had to finally give in to the Gods of Nature; I took them off and ran home barefoot, sore and ice-cold. Later I found great restitution in the warmth of my bathroom floor.

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