eleven-eleven-o-seven
Posted on November 2007
so, its 11-11-07 again, the time of the year cologne starts to act like a nuthouse. well, more nuts than usually anyway.
however, since i am leavin on the outskirts of the party zone (asylum), there are certain constants that each year occur:
- the front door is always kicked in
- the street is bathed in shards of brocken bottles (fakir anyone?)
- our house corridor turns into a public urinal
great, isn’t it?
Great!