Drinking days. Easy money, yo!

After drinking for a whole evening, I thought that I haven't had enough, so we all crashed @ Sull's. The place was nice. You could play the guitar, drink, cook (not meth yo) and smoke inside. After a while the Doves left the place, so what else we could do? Find some fucking more cigarettes, because we were out. Where? First we tried the neighbour upstairs. We knocked for like 5 minutes when someone finally answered. He said that he was not a smoker behind the closed door. Maybe 4 A.M. was not the best time to yell for a cigarette anyways. But we didn't give up. Some kind of bitch lived nearby that Sull knows and we crashed at her place. How?

With a stolen bike.

 Swag yo!

When we reached the bitch's place, we couldn't get in, so we tried the window on 2nd floor. After whispering like some big ass audience @ some 80s rock concert, nobody answered. Even tossing a log and a flower pot to the window didn't have any reactions from inside the house, so we gave the fuck up. On our way back Sull crashed in some car with the bycycle so the licence plate was barely hanging on the bumper. Well, we didn't have cigarettes, but we had some tea and a plastic bottle.

Cooking some tea, yo!

It wasn't that good, so we decided to cook something else. Let's take spaghettis for example. But the truth is that usually men does not belong to the kitchen, especially the ones who aren't good cooks. Especially the ones who aren't good cooks when they are drunk as fuck. The result? Spaghettis would have been just fine if we wouldn't have fucked them up with 6 different flavorings. I know it doesn't sound too badass but the thing is that we like put 40g of them in total, so yeah. Gonna take it easier the next time.

Fucked up spaghettis. You can see how dark the plate above is from flavorings.

The next day we went to get some Silkus again the party continued. Tairi & ? joined us. We played some tunes and started singing karaoke. After that we hit Gen where I had better opponents than me, and it was fucking good! I love fair and equal play. 

Some random relevant shit keeps appearing up. Marié is that you?

Finally we met Risko and his friends. Again. We went with them to Pool 6. Kind friends he has that Risko. Alar bought a bottle of Jack and we started playing and singing like maniacs. 

(Very) crappy pic but a good memoir.

Sup? Nuf...

So, how long has it been? Forever? Anyway, nothing's going on anyway. I'm sick as fuck, shitting water and been watchin Breaking Bad nearly like Art. Breaking Bad is so good that it's the second TV series that I'm actually gonna finish watching. Oh yeah and umm... Had a birthday one day...

 K. Lätti at its finest.

Xen & Ališotška. :) 

I think I'm gonna be straight from now on.

The frankest gift about me. What is this? A wake up call? 

 #2

#3

#4

A. A. :) 

The other gifts have already finished residue processing, I believe.

Postenlightenment

I was tired like shit. Emo. Shit. Pointless. Missing. Wanting to be somewhere else rather than there. Wanting to go back in time, just a little bit. Life. Is amazing. And then it was time for the gig. As always, I failed a couple of times but generally i liked the show. Girls have really gathered around lately, or is it just Tallinn. This time they took us to a private party, even two. They paid for all the spendings that had to be paid, which were quite impressive. Guys like us don't see shit like that every day. It's like being a pretty woman. At least they took my thoughts away. After the parties, Stacy got busted for drinking and driving. When Stacy went to the cop car, I was so tired that I didn't even care where are we gonna go or what's gonna happen next. I think I fell asleep. At least I think that I woke up in the back of the car. We gathered Fuzette and went back to Trt. During our trip, some fireworks was ignited. In the gas station. Mait was drunk as fuck and I was not, + I was so fucking tired that it was quite a pain in the ass bearing the trip. But despite that, the humour he did, was golden.

We could even use his humour for our upcoming event. 

Putting up posters yo.

Bome

So I went upstairs and I decided to take a dump. Then it started. The walls around me began to move. Melt actually. So, I quickly scared the shit out of myself and tried to sneak out of my apartment. When I got back down, I was the most happiest man on the planet. In addition to that came balls. Most queer soccer balls (You gotta visit me, then you know what I mean) and ping pong balls flying all over the room. Now that shit was too Teletubbies. So much fun. And of course overhappy Mait. Oh those tears of joy. Somehow we managed to calm down and it was finally time to go to downtown. Because Mait won free beer from Gen. I think we walked a 5 minute long route for 15 minutes. We felt so good like we were at home. Hence urinating everywhere. (Actually at home we still use WC). Now it was time for public transport. When the bus arrived we talked loud. Like really loud. Actually it was only Mait. He talked about anything that a normal pumped up guido would never give a fuck about. Anything. And like LOUD. For example, Mait wore a hairband, he needed to urinate but we had a discussion that that piece of shit garbage from factory we used for transport wasn't a decent place for that etc. Estoniards in the bus didn't know how to behave. (I'm talking about all the other passengers, not us.) And that. Was. Funny! We left the bus in tears. Soooo, it was time for Gen. Gen was fun. VJ Olev Ulp kept the party rocking with some real vintage music. When it came to 80s US rock videos, I was in love with them. Mait didn't like my Volvo shirt, so I rocked the place with my beer belly and leather jacket. Swag. Most of the time I just wanted to rest and enjoy the music and cigarettes because I couldn't handle... The Shit With the 4. And then... I haven't felt interest in quite a while. It's not strong but... It's Class. And I still think about it. You wouldn't imagine what kind of people exist. Both ways. 

Churks shows us some swag - how to hold a guitar.

At that current moment I couldn't stop laughing, hence the blurry pictures.

Fail #2

Still laughing, can't get it done. Fail #3

I gave up, so I let Õje make the pic. + I got a haircut!