Just words and nothing behind them

Subject:	Yawning so sweet... Night rubbish
Time:	11:34 pm.
Mood:	already drunk a bit.
Music:	MT DEMO versions.

One more sleepless night - drinking-bout at Kozirev's place.
Alkohol, grass (eemm, I'm pass, guys), music and sirsnīgas sarunas, "Vihodnie" again to the accopmanement of acoustic guitar: guitar in one hand, glas of wine in another. Some strange unknown girls now here - now there, Magic - my close friend, who is a bit drunk and ruddy and jokes nonstop... And all the people (accept Magic, Shura, Leva and some other guys) from this "hight musical circle" are so strained, sometimes I don't understand their savage customes. The try to play one's role, they are unforgiving. To be beyond comparison? Yeah, that's their main aim.

To live among them and to survive among them means to pass through the hard school of life. Oh... I know, how it can be. I soon got used not to mark this lifestyle. Otherwise it can "spoil" your life, you know. Fuckin' showbiz. I always stay somewhere apart it. I'm just casual observer.
You lucky creature! You are only drummer, not the frontman.

Anyway, it's funny, you know, to take a root into this fuckin' community. To be like a guest, not like a member of it. To be with them, but keeping distance from them. Oh god, It seems to me I'm totally lost in my thoughts. So sleepy... But it's time for home-parties, I'm ready to smile all night and forget all that shit.

Lūk tā, Zaglīt...

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