my polish friend Radek says the craziest shit. this time he was on molly (allegedly). we were on a playground near the seesaw in the middle of the great city of Amsterdam.drinking beers, telling true stories about our lives. there was indeed a cool breeze that summer night. but he was the one that noticed. i was ramblin on about girls and jean jackets or something. better recognize the cool breeze fuckers! it's the little things.
-c
