A dummys guide to get busted!

Summer sun. Exams in the schools. The little town i awake, filled with young girls with very little clothes to cover their skin. Me and my soulmate Jon took a walk around town, looking at the beauty of youth. Feeling slightly old and grumpy, both having a day of darkness in mind, no details in the blog, that would be too much nagging and bitching about life in general. Can just drop keywords like broken bike, ignorant people, shameless offers and lack of gratitude and justice.

Back at work, back to reality. How ever do you want me? How ever do you need me?
Thursday got this to offer: Calling around to get some lazy old lady to get to the wedding (that God forgot) and do the actual ceremony, post a big package of dirty music to spain, go to Büro 21 to see three danish electronica acts (gratis!), maybe go to Inkonst to see Sole (diners!).

Tomorrow Josephine will be back in town, time to clean the flat. Dirty dog, dirty cat and dirty deeds.
Saturday is bbq-breakfast.

More news: Yesterday sitting at the balcony with cold cans in our hands we noticed that all the blocks around Nobeltorget were surrounded by "men in black", not very nice. I turns out that a 28 year old guy got shot twice in the head at 7 o´clock in the evening in middle of the square. Hmm, nasty shitz. Time to get a gun!