I just remember (
listening to fantastic UNDERWEAR by Pulp) a lifetime ago when I did some crazy experiment with a guy that I didn't know and I started to write a book based on our correspondance that then moved to fast and turned into some kind of reality show and then a big mess. I wonder where that "book" ended up? In some old PC or like the other book I wrote a long time ago "Emelis Roman" that I found in my old Northface backpack some weeks ago: in a floppy disc. How am I supposed to open that? Maybe it's better not to. And I concentrate on doing what I'm good at. Right now: Playing with Sal and waiting for tomorrow night!!!
