“I am so fucked up. Drunk and high. And I am looking at my sofa. How many girls where on it. How many girls where on top of me, how many sucked my cock, how many fucked me on it. I don't fucking know. Looks innocent. And now. I am all alone. They all left. They always leave. What's to come? Is this the end? Can I figure it out? Or am I about to die? A huge moth entered my flat. Retard, go back, I do not have what you need. Time for Radiohead.”