snowballz

i understood who was looking for me.  it was the cops, in connection with a murder. I haven’t killed anybody, though  – relax.
A friend of mine was murdered actually. not a close one but this is the first time i meet dead in my life.  im not very scared. i think of him- my friend. he could achieve more. i think of the things i would leave behind if i die today – not so much, but no so little, either. so dead is something normal, especially if you are a drug dealer, as my friend was.

Biggie Smalls said thad selling drugs definitely aint something you can do your whole life and…its true. and he wasnt a dumb guy, he knew it too, just that his life wasn’t so valuable for him. he was very misunderstood. im writting a story about him now, maybe i’ll publish it here

RIP my friend

yesterday some people were nockin on my door. my mother told me they claimed to be cops, but i dont think so, because cops dont proceed that way.they showed my picture to the neighbours and knew my name, thats what i know. someone out there is looking for me – im pissed off and a little scared from time to time. maybe they are some dumb fucks, and if they are i’ll smash them as soon as i see them, maybe the cops – i had a criminal record but that was a long time ago. maybe some professionals. maybe someone wants me down – but im not that famous. i really dont know who or why, but its interesting…

so, i got some job, a good job in comparison with most of the jobs today – no big deal though. i just hate those bastards that get some lousy jobs just for their friends to say “wow” and to write those damn blog entries about what they did today in the office. do you notice how my style of writing resembles Salinger’s in “the catcher in the rye” btw, i just finished it (very good book but the end is a little weaker than the rest of the book). so i dont have much to do as you probably can guess, i dont understand how can people can be so stupid. In order to make the average man to complete some task you must lock him in an office – a place without any kind of amusement, hold him there for eight hours without letting him out except for lunch and watch him in not to start playing minesweeper or something. people like me, who do some things, who work just for the hell of it are irrelevant in offices like the one i’m in now. my colleagues use every second to rest a little, i don’t like resting in my workplace.

Fuck that, i do more work when im at home.