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Usually a drink is present. And a maybe a pipe too. But more than often not, these stories take time, so im happend to be sober when most of them are written. Also the blue highlighted title is the pdf to the story.

Why?

Abstract: A young man is forced into a dark cellar. Where in wich he reads and writes after all the drinking has finished.  While he awaits with another man. What would be your last words on this very earth? WHY? … Continue reading

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Graduation Gift

Some things are obvious because they are in the distance, and some things are not seen because they are right under are noses. But how about this for a change, lets focus on our goals, instinctly of course and see … Continue reading

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Giving It All Away

We each gut fucked in our way. That’s kind of unique don’t you think? Cause even though every person in the whole world know that we each get down, and feel self conscious. The way we get down is unique … Continue reading

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The Names That Matter

It the oldest story in the book. He desires the one thing he can not have. The Names That Matter

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Barstool

When life gets you down, you still got remember that there will be plenty of more days that will get you down. When your stuck in a bar, all alone drunk for the third time in your life, you goto … Continue reading

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A Man’s Discovery

Care to discover what makes a man a man? How about his abiity to talk to girls, or the amount of beers he can down? Or is it something a little more deeper, maybe just a piece of flesh? A … Continue reading

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Sleepless Nights And Broken Dreams on Pavement Memories

Where do dreams end and memories begin? When you’ve had to much to drink? Could you distinguish if you really fucked that girl, or simply got to drunk and imagined it instead? Sleepless Nights and Broken Dreams

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