2econdSkin

It was back in 1978, long long time ago when I was born in a small town in the North-Western region of Transylvania, and it happened to be on 16-th of August, in the sign of the Leo. Since then, it seems to me that I did a lot of things which have no meaning at all and now I'm trying to make a collection of my own mistakes :) High school, college, university, some of them finished, some of them not (just don't ask me why, right?), and none of them satisfied me... In fact I didn't care of most of them... In the meantime I wrote some poems and short stories worth only to wipe my big white ass's lil black anus out. I also wrote some songs that I've already forgot, I've climbed some mountains, collected books, impressions, succulents, friends and enemies and stuff; spent a lesser fortune on alcohol, cigarettes, sophisticated self-destruction. And of course I enjoyed it like hell. But it seems to me now that i can wipe my big white etc. out, 'cause I had to realize that I can't start a family, raise a child or establish my existence without a farthing...
Right now I ain't doing anything important or useful or profitable. I just try to give myself the belief that I enjoy it. I spend my money on alcohol, cigarettes, sophisticated self-destruction. And of course I enjoy it like hell.