I made a new friend the other day, while waiting for my local train. I was taking the main line home to Hillerød and sitting five rows in front of me is an ancient little old man, who is, naturally, plastered. Out of all the people on the train (all the people probably amounting to four), this little old man chooses me to talk to. And, naturally
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I hope one day I can become a little old drunken man, who wonders the streets trying to make conversation with teenage girls who can't understand what I'm saying.
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