4:23 AM (Colors)

On my way to the liquor store.

Bucharest is dead. Well at least sector 2 is. Nobody on the streets. Give or take a few working girls and your regular dealer and homeless.

“3 Stella Artois please,”

Fuck. She’s hot.

I smile,

She fucks me

with her eyes.

OUCH,

pain in my back,

OUCH,

pain in my head,

when I hit the floor.

OUCH,

pain in my stomach,

when I receive a foot.

3 cold Stella in a plastic bag.

Now that’s an idea.

“VA TE FAIRE ENCULER YOU UGLY MOTHERFUCKER!”

RED,

when he hits the floor,

RED,

just before I get up,

MORE RED,

I’m fucking back!

RED, MORE RED.

MORE RED,

I can’t stop.

RED,

“ANYBODY ELSE?!”

RED.

Sirens,

time to run.

I don’t like blue.

PAIN.

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