Friday night in the A-city.
Supermarket art, 40+ women and heavy wine, next stop please.
A bar, a video artist selling his poetry debut to his friends.
Interludium: eating lamb’s heart chopped up in a sandwich in a place decorated like a sight test.
Back to the drinking place for more traditional activities, the ones I am traditionally very bad at.
Faith even tried to help by closing down the tunnel and main city exit,
but her name wasn’t Faith.
So I drove back to the B-city.