“What time is it?” she said to the man sitting next to her – the third person in a row that she had asked the same question.
“Half past three,” he replied.
“Do you have any money for me?”
“Are you kidding?! You don’t look poor or crazy!”
The man next to her, drinking Jever, was only half right. If we sit next to someone just for a minute, there’s only one thing we don’t know: whether they are crazy or not.
I left her with her thoughts, like an epitaph: eat your chips in peace.

For me, many situations like this are associated with this record.
Limited edition: CDR 100 copies
Hand made cover (letterpress)

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