Chapter I: FISURA night

It was six in the morning and There they were once again drunk out of their minds, feeling verry low. They couldn’t even get up from the ground. They where in the middle of the sidewalk throwing up like they never had before. All they could remember was that a few hours ago they where in Astrid’s bathroom listening to The doors while they where in the extasis of beautifying themselves getting all ready to confront the long upcomming night.