Friday /lounge/ night...

snorting half a gram of some cheap cocaine alone in my small apartment, full of disgusting glass & steel European furniture, I turn on my high-fidelity compact disc player and insert one of the most exceptionel singles of my generation: Ella, elle l'a, by France Gall; nothing else could get me back on the rails at this point and things are getting weird, so I turn up the volume to 10 and try to concentrate myself. I put just a little bit on the mirror and try to make another line.. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* what?? who the fuck, I'm waiting no one. Fuck. I go to the door and look throught the peephole: it's Inès! w-why?.. I run to my room and take my vintage hat. Toc toc toc. I put the hat and run to the door again, my heart is beating so fast and hands are sweaty -God, how pathetic I am-

<me> Who is it?

_{^{(I think I am talking too fast, am I talking too fast?)}}

<she> uh, Inès, your neighbor. Can you please turn down the music?

_{^{I open the door...}}

to be continued

<me> Hey! Yes! Sorry! One second!

I run to the HF system and turn down the volume to 1,5 and run again to the entrance door.

<me> I am so sorr-
<she> No, please don't, I just had a terrible day and my head is killing me... it's Friday anyways isn't it? hah

_{^{She smiles. Wow.}}

<she> And, I also like France Gall haha
<me> hahaha!

_^(fuck)

<me> ah so, uh, I have Aspirine.. I'm sorry again I-
<she> Really? Awesome! I always forget to buy this kind of stuff and everything is closed already.
<me> yes I have a bottle somewhere in the bathroom, let me grab it..

A lot of nonsense was passing through by dopamined brain, but I was trying to focus and find that stupid bottle. There was so much useless shit in those drawers.

<me> here, I found it, maybe you wanna take two, would you like a glass of water?

to be continued

Not interested.

>>3
Not dubs.

I'm looking forward to the rest of your story, as long as you keep it /prog/ related like the guy from Neurotypical idiots did.

only jerks do cocaine.