Affairs brought me to a dark alley on this Sunday evening. There was a big fire nearby, so the late night fog was tainted with the smell of burning homes. Of course it didn’t help that I was really hung over, and my nerves almost made me choke in terror when I rounded a courner to face three Pakistanis sharing stories from their criminal records.
They stopped talking simultaneously and looked up at me.
Not thinking, my instincts made me stop right on the spot, glaring back like a bewildred child. For what felt like half a week there was no other sound in the world but my heartbeat.
Then they continued, having approved of me as an uninteresting passerby, and I walked real fast through the rest of the street.
Newspapers have portrayed this particular street the most dangerous in Oslo. But then the papers are written by west-siders who don’t know the street code. And not by thugs like me.
Last 5 CDs I bought:
The Very best of Jethro Tull
Heathen by David Bowie
Holes in the wall by the Electric Soft Parade
The Battle of Los Angeles by Rage Against the Machine
In Praise of Dreams by Jan Garbarek
5 books I’m reading:
120 Days in Sodom by Marquis de Sade
Nadja by André Breton
Die Traumdeutung by Sigmund Freud
Short stories of To-day, various 1933
Good News, various Jews
Last webpage I stole this concept from:
The Tao of Pauly
Some people have been complaining that I haven’t updated in a while.
No weekly poll? No Female of the Year? It’s February already!!
Well, you’ll be glad to hear that I’m wasting my time building on the new features of Sigg3 dot net. I’m not just drinking. In fact, I’ve made a bet with a friend of mine that requires my absence from drink the entire month. I’ve no problem with that. No problem at all. In fact it will provide for some good study time, and I’ll hopefully catch on my projects that suffered from post x-mas laziness syndrome. Time to carpe that diem!