(miniflash story)

I love waking up from the angry cries of neighbors. I always forget to write down and set myself, instead of an alarm clock, so that every morning starts with an aggressive note of a local addict. So what? Quite a motivating push. Someone to dose a new achievement and someone to achieve a new dose.

Loha. That’s what we call a set of bones covered with skin and bruises not only under the eyes but also on the hands. He’s a junky, by the way. Some may have mentioned the words from a popular song: “Oh, Loch, Loch, I’m so bad without you.” However, if my neighbor accidentally disappears somewhere, I will definitely not shed tears. Suddenly he will return, and I flooded him with my grief? Unlike some addicts, I worry about my position in society.