I'm staying an extra day in Stockholm to spend some time with my second cousin. I called him up and invited myself to come and stay on his couch.
"We have to buy some Tequela," he says.
That's our thing. We drink Tequela. We drink Tequela and smoke too many cigarettes and by the time we pass out we've told each other all those things we don' t tell anyone else. Hopefully we drink so much we won't remember it in the morning.
torsdag, maj 24, 2007
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