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awaking to greetings of trash cans and garbage plastics with a red with no memory whatsoever happened with a bottle of whiskey with a few sips left pictured in self as though it's in the mirror well dressed in black but with a missing shoe looked around further there's a cute lady who happened to have been looking towards my direction from her door space well being man I picked myself up like a dog picks up a bone.

strolled down the ibex street of livingstone looking like a mad man,In a frustrated sense of humour I heard a man across the street saying why look like trash can at this hour of day in the streets I hate people who cant handle alcohol or issues, well as guilty as I looked for any crime had to brash it off and kept my walk at pace right made a couple turns before I got to my apartment so was the number of people I met with long faces which bothered me alot I think more it did them, I rushed in closed the door behind me checked the messages on the machine as I was rehydrating myself that's when I realised I have been gone for day and I left the door unlocked fortunately nothing was missing,the shortest message which seemed to have been the longest one came from Carey my girlfriend.......