She killed me with her kindness.
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.
It’s great to pretend to be a gentleman. It gives me the opportunity to check out your ass.
It’s about time I reinvent my destiny, with a wicked sense of humor, erasing the habit of worry.
I am like fog between all these black holes in my memory.
“Listen, you being so damn proud of being an assistant manager is exactly the reason why you’re still just an assistant manager. Learn from it. Or… Read more “Yes, I Will Help You”
“I guess if you can’t be the first one, you better be the last one.”
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
We all love breaking the rules. Especially the unwritten ones. But if it’s done with love, life rocks. So I was enjoying some beers in The Underworld… Read more “Yes, It Was A Great Evening!”
When you get older without growing up, you find out most women are the same. (I almost wrote ‘bitches’ but I deleted the word since lately… Read more “Women”