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Truly there is nothing like the kind of needing-a-shower that one needs after a night of serious drinking. And truly there is nothing like letting oneself be steered around this city from watering hole to watering hole by the still windmill-like Troll, having flashbacks that actually have nothing to do with your level of intoxication. (Grensen 9! We used to hang out there in, what, 1995?) Too bad that semi-secret bar behind Apoteket (Teketopa) was closing just as we arrived. Priceless to see the Troll scare the daylilghts out of the waitress merely by looming into the doorway. He's good for looming. If you should ever need some quality looming done, he's your man.
It was a good night. It's almost a shame to wash it off. But, you know, not really.
It was a good night. It's almost a shame to wash it off. But, you know, not really.