the pop song

Yesterday. Sunday.

Casa da Matriz. Friends. Snacks. Medicine for headaches. Canvas. Gig. Fun. Someone troubled. Someone missing.

A punk band playing. Complaints. Beer. Beer. Cigarretes. Hey, are you listening? Whoa! White Stripes. Black star. You wanted to talk to me? Yeah. Sorry. Never meant to cause you harm. I never meant to cause you trouble.

Smiles. a good friend. "The people that always comes here are hiding from the newbies". Mixing events, i am.

Okay, are you leaving now? Yeah, i'll go with you. Okay, i'll acompany you to the door. We haven't talked much today, have we? About what? Y'mean... That? Yup. I'm feeling fine the way things are now.

Even better now.

Monday. Classes? Nah. I'd rather stay home.