HANDSHAKING THE P.
Wake up after another drunk-party.
Making the washing of my fucking socks and boxers smoking a cig taken from my wasted and beaten box...
Staying in a big house, alone, and pretending that this is all mine, just for one evening...
Playing pool alone, surrounded by Antimatter, and the best warm colors...
Thinking about nothing, and sitting for a while on the table, smiling to myself for the nice shot...
Being alone, alone in this house, alone in this town, maybe alone in this entire area... without even feeling alone...
Having too much things to do, and to think about, but without doing nothing and thinking about nothing.
That's a perfect day