An express

Write your previous post as verygay. Moment of weakness. Maybe?

So now I can tell you a lot of Bulgarian history, happened to me before no five-six minutes.

I step down from his 204. It happened so although we were only 12 o’clock naobed slyazohme worthy quantity humanoidi - 10-15 to the plot. Residential blocks located on the other side of the road and, quite logically, should it pass. But to a blockage, then a miracle .. but only in the right lane. People waiting their turn to enter the Tsarigradsko. In the left but his car very easy, normal, with acceptable speed for that panel, lively place 30-40 km / h.

So. At 7-8 meters from the bus has peshahodna path with light. The first manifestation of the Bulgarian was that half of them down domarzya take up this enormous distance and pretsapaha street directly without having to comply with any laws and consistent standards. Sing - for a while and I can be attributed to those people. But something in my head proskartsa and said: “Hey, his name is svetofara!”

I go there, we dushi about 6-7. He has a light button - pressing and waiting for the green. And went me to a gentleman button with a solemn gesture hardly not press him, he looked important, it’s important to still peshahodtsi for red lights and bodhran step is to opati otsreshtniya pavement. Uvazhemiyat reader knows that once hit kopchentseto have to wait at least a 20-second to go your line of passage. I did. We’re from Canada! Push and quickly pass while it is red. And you’re his flock saw that gentleman potegli - Come and we all after him.

But the Bulgarian has yet to come. A car on the left bar, naturally green, wanted to go, but the driver, alas, was forced to reduce speed very seriously because our sheep offense. But I knew that he is Bulgarian as we are stopped in the middle of the road and he “gave way” demek left it to go green man. One citizen dostolepna (collar healthy and kosmata Bulgarian) also stopped beside me. And poglezhdayki red for peshahodtsi begin to be transmitted more companion:

- Mimeeeeeee be careful that he wants to trample on us in red!

When ultimately all sheep preminahme street I turned and saw light. At that point he peshahodtsi light green for all cars stopped to wait to go .. none.

Two nights you do experiment. Useful experiment. As the introductory words I wrote, albeit in polutrezvo state now will not add anything. Pass directly to the finished text:

“I am Sam. Sit and drink. My aim is to be drunk as a pig - naturally without objective reason. I just wish.

Not find a decent company. Under decent understand - person / people with which to izprosteem - intelligent. I know what a sense put into this concept. Maybe you, Honorable chitatelyu? But more likely - not.

I found you worthy substitute, however - a notebook in which I write now. It will be my interlocutor.

A while ago a boy somewhere in the United States, got drunk with antifreeze and described the coming of death in the forum. Became a scandal. Came to my ears. Is ideological now I do - but alcohol inebriation. And given that my blog is read from one type of people who have the habit (rather than disadvantage) to take the words literally and in the name of interesting to make intentional fallacy, I must say clearly and categorically:

- Conclusion I am prone to suicide, etc. nonsense talk of inadequacy and absolute inability to be understood otherwise elementary my writings.

So. Systematic idea - will be drunk, but in the process of napivaneto will not stop portray their thoughts and feelings. I hope this is a pleasant experiment from which to receive two dividend:

1. To track changes in their adequacy, the change in style and in my reflections in the process of intoxication!

2. Egoto to scratch it.

Before you switch to the nature of tazvechershnoto my case I am obliged to introduce the reader and next Veso with current state.

Easy podpiynal am. But not so much that it affects my Vestibular apparatus, not so much as to upset thinking my degree - inadequacy. In quantitative terms I examination - about two hours before and poloyaina: 100 grams brandy - Sungularska Muscat and a beer - Zagorka tap. Although I consider adequate in my - I feel like losing a part of their posledovatelnstta. To miss the point - about five minutes before the exam roughly 50 grams of vodka Smirnoff Vanilla. In the apartment I am completely alone, pridvidlivo do my bed. I put music on your phone - Nokia 5310 (that means quality sound, believe me). Lighting comes from tavannata lamp in the room. Still no one night.

And an address next Veso:

-Veso, my personality tomorrow, I beg you, published in the current blog writing. Despite what is and what will you do. Notwithstanding egoto us. I beg you, my personality tomorrow!

Dosipvam their vodka - still about 50 grams (unfortunately no precise dispenser). Will write again after plus 50 grams. I hope not lose the thread of his thought. Not overdrink of ex.

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Not passed more than 7-8 minutes. I think I drink at least another 50 grams. I feel his other hand. I can not guarantee that the next 50 grams not worked my way to stop writing. Whether I was afraid of that? Afraid? Forget your thoughts. Not consistent. Actually consecutive are to some extent. Sounds DJ Bobo - Let the dreams come true. While pieh thought some work - what to write. However, most of them forgot. I ‘m afraid of tomorrow Veso. Veso sober. I think when you write the previous, ie that before the last 50 grams, also was drunk - a lot. You must keep your spelling and punktoatsiyata used in the present moment. Song change - ATC - My heart beats like a drum. I am not convinced what to write now. Damn, I thought something specific, but forgot what. Feel is unable to express logical and consistent your thoughts. The song over again. Now Gigi D `Agostino - Lemour To-something. Tut, maybe pile of psychological basis. I do not know. I think I write sentences so slowly that lose logic and factual text becomes piyandurski, fucking. The fact is that starts the third or fourth song while I write this. Do not think immediately of the contractor, but if you think tense .. second .. Starsplash - Rainbow high in the sky, although I am sure - the song is not exactly say so. Here, I forgot what logic follow. I forgot and thought his place of this sentence. To May recalls should read in the preceding sentences. I do not think it would be fair to the veracity of the experiment. Another new song started DJ Jurgen - Better of alone. While really no logic - next Veso must improve their English and get a certificate. Stop. Help even 50 grams. I do not know really how you help!

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I realize you drink. It is mainly physical. Mentally expressed in inconsistency and transiency of my mind.

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This indicated that among the few dashes not 50 grams of last writing, separated by dashes large, and about 20 grams. Now put large dashes and drink at least another 50 grams!

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23:10 is May. May I forgot, I saw the clock. Drunk alcohol in the first 19 and something. 100%’m drunk. After a bit I will write. If we became unable to write intelligible? And handwriting, and logic? I continue to piya.

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If you drink vodka in the cup because he might lose. Pak could not lose. As fall asleep but I do not want to stop the music, but the alarm is on the phone. Cool’m drunk. So relinquish maybe more formal style. I can not focus my eyes well. What would my mother think if you read this? Write between the lines. We may not able to write more later. My head is confused - especially physical. Will know everything in the bowl of an ex. I hope what I wrote estimate.

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Drink it. I will not drink anymore. Many sap drunk. I am not “Mata Hari” will sleep. Tomorrow will revolve. Must stop the music. I hope not sick. Good night. Ha-ha-ha. I wrote it with dashes. Ha-ha-ha. It is psychological, not alcohol-May. Double. What can I drunk canting be?

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Tomorrow will think real!

Good night!

Restore Hope NOT!

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CATCH ME Cool! Lurch! But I’m not drunk LOM!

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It has 23 and 30. Now sleeping, but I think that I am not locked. Locked.

Cool. You will sleep peacefully. As it 15 minutes closed his eyes and lay me obodriha and iztrezviha. But not completely. Light, fuck:). Post. Thread. ”

No threw up.

Rather like to train.

I found it the other day, store in Sofia. Cold definitely helped me to strengthen my view it. But as I say no to cold that ice time you smrazyava brain, and that pleasant, slightly ponalyutvashtoto when the cold feel of talazi, pretrapvash a moment, your whole body is raztrisa, but the next you become good, somehow warm and even - Nice.

In steam train was not included and it made me pretrapna at least a dozen times. Luxury right! Well, when you pritisnesh hands in pazvata? And then they bring out, cold oblahne them with your breath, you quickly gathered them like worried not break. Wonderful!

All this impersonality of the day, rain at night, catch the train .. All spoke of a death. And if you do not realize (I believe it never aware) now I feel some clarity prophecy. Naturally - no where to know how it would be assumed - just not make sense. How should I know that one poor man received a heart attack and that the train is delayed? And that rain last night. Right? Or was rained death for someone else?

He told me that my satellite. Get up to September. This strange station - small, any and all trains stop there. I love her. But logic tells me that just distribution .. So up to man and still uploading you sdushi with conductors - some were known. From their conversation dochuh that had a serious reason for the delay, but never realized immersed in slozhnotiite of Sartr. Chose his chilyakat my compartment. Opens the door, enter, I elevate head, look it but I do not say anything. Uploading his bag on the stand, looks me with cheerful voice says:

-Hello, young man!

How much can you understand so little! No younger than 55, no older than 65. In manners, by type - a gentleman, but Bulgarian. But that was in its waters - that came immediately to guard the “you” and the first body in greeting. And with fresh and strong voice, personal thought is not zamislyal over the line. A line how can we learn? A lot! Using polite form, and I am 18 - few people his age have that discretion. He wants to tell me: “Do not they know how and who knows what will? Therefore of you. ” But then - “Youth”. Which is to say: “But do not forget the years I lived 4 times more than you do.” I was right. Wise man, now I know.

Asked him:

- Because why was the delay?

He reply:

- Some died in another car.

Oh, man, yeah you outlive death, an event that you think so “some”? Or behind the veil aside fears? I do not know, I do not know ..

What is the law that? Ba I maamu. Just know that you wrote the first post to your blog. That have domain. Gazar, right?

Tomorrow I am leaving for Sofia. Plovdiv goodbye, goodbye home cook. I will miss you!

I thought of retreat. Telling you: “What would have little cockroaches - you kill them, but we would rats of you, so what?” Well, I did! Will seek accommodation. But let me tell ..

I arrived that day in Sofia - will be down to the dormitory. Block 42B. Seen by Maple to Rector, had, talking nonsense. At 13 hours went to Studgrad. Good thing the guy came to me, without him I would have to sign up ..

We found it blocks, although little difficult. Outside it looked good, promising. Came. Get up on the second floor - and found his room. “A great, has an iron door! But security is something important Studgrad, right? “Rap. Opens my boy 26-27 year bradyasalo thumb, started opleshivyava. By FMI. With the opening of the door was oblahnat two odors, the first identification of her time - of stale body and the second I did very familiar, but not appointed immediately. If I think about the nature of it, convinced I would know what is, but this time I had to think quickly how to present to your future roommate. Go inside. Tour to view the room. First, notice that your pants are everywhere and Blouses top to dry. The next moment realize the size of the room. What kind of 3 × 3 meters. Trying to see the floor - I can! Well, how could you? In that little has pomoshtenie: 3 bed, table, desk with komyutar, chair, closet and 3 boys 80 + kilograms. I hope to see the floor .. What a fool! Misery - how it is, but the lack of private space of literally a breathing space .. that I was not ready. I asked to see the bathroom and wait without response zapatih way, but the guy with quick debar me and said:

- But he now has other roommate there.

Yeah! At least I found what is the second scent. Izlyazohme.

After brief reflection we both Yavkata to a unanimous conclusion - lodge or on the street. But in the dormitory - no!

And so now I kvartirotarsach. Tomorrow I am leaving for Sofia and start to train. Hopefully find. If you do not - on the street. I will be better: P

Sounds like a gooey crier, right? So to you is your Zhiveyte in Hostels.

I just tried disgust. Sartrovata not a purely physical. Touch of disgust from the thought that stick in your hand maznotii and dung, caught on the metal handle from who knows where, who knows by whom ..

Or otherwise - go by bus number “6″. For those who do not know - this trip is the main vehicle of the zhivushtite in Plovdiv district “Sunrise”. A plovdivskiyat “Sunrise” did not match in Sofia renomiranost its equivalent. Oh, no! Our neighborhood is to elevate Anar “is also bleak and fetid place - and a border post. Bulgaria and Stolipinovo. Between Africa and Europe.

“Six” is a private line, and that means it is regular. Precisely for this is the trip of the polzvaniyat us - and they izgrevchani - stolipinovtsi.

Will not comment on the absence of hygiene in “brothers” and the presence of nehigiena. They are dirty, smardyat, disgust you, make you think their evil - just because they are epitome of filth. But Pognusata comes not only from kirta and vonyata - they are overcome. Pognusata synthesis is the result of two things is not: odiousness of the physical world around you and awareness of the sad fact that they are actually people.

I stood in mid-trip, but rather in the front. I was caught iron. The first contact I felt that not just to touch metal to a thin layer of greasy dirt. Grab the more firmly I felt the power of what began my boring tsipichkata Layer and its entire contents gnusnost polepva in my palm.

Heavy air was stale hot, lepeshe in my lungs and like bodies left in my small quantities of himself. Not smelled anything yet voneshe everything. Like it was saturated with corruption. Maybe I am right. Otlyushtenata their skin rather than be passed over the remains upon them. Over time, begins to disintegrate, to incorruptible. Therefore, in enclosed spaces, as was Grace, decomposition begins to naslagva in the air. Maybe with his lungs I swallowed otlyushtenata particles from their skin, particles of them!

I knew jumper. Less of me two or three years. Socks said he does not remember why. His ethnic affiliation is difficult to determine - dark is always dirty and disgusted, but speaks English as their mother tongue. Which does not mean you speak it correctly. And on top sputter while talking.

Before it was disgusting and demonstrate - not ashamed of mrasnostta substance of his pride in his corner nature .. by speaking of neighborhoods - was the type who seems to be associated with umbilical cord to your neighborhood. Rot in it, saturate, drogirat to fuck to steal, but always in the neighborhood. The local hierarchy is something sacred to them and built on it so much. Nimoverno much. Plitkoumnostta can not bear the existence of the world outside the neighborhood. Therefore they do not exist there. Corner is their world.

Today was disgusting, but it demonstrated. It was contrary to his nature, polite people in the bus. Sought their approval, some of them smile. Wanted him to tie conversation, which must tell about their work. He was proud that the work that endeavors to get out of the mire of their daily lives. From the trap of the neighborhood. Fool! When will you realize that will never be able to prevail gnusnostta of its merits. It is doomed to brings disgust.

When I bought biletche not say anything. Silent all the time - until assume cents in his hand, which have emerged with full kirlyak “lines of life” while off biletcheto and left little trace on his sweat until you submit it, and his enormous, black and brown noktishta revealed and not get something in my stomach push to vazbuntuva against all this uzhasnost. Well that remain silent. If I risked progovoril get two things. First: a response. SECOND: helping saliva.

Glad to live in friends. Do not go there “six”.