Friday, June 1st. I look forward
hyper at that time far too long. Since the time when there was still snow outside (probably last week). Because it was the date of the show by Feist at the Olympia. And because I really like Feist.
fateful arrival date, which appears towards Olympia to meet almost all of those around me in this world. (We note here a slight exaggeration).
fact remains that most people who gravitate around me are also the people of the whole world that lies at the Olympia. Are there really many, many people. Much.
And, oh joy, we are very close in front. Woupdidou.
First game starts. I'm hot. I find it ugly. I say. "Hey .. is not bin good that ..." They change song. I change my mind. I say. "Yeah .. Finally c'pas that bad ..." And there Bang! I hurt the heart. I say. "David, I feel sick." "Many?" he replied.
And there, as there was a space-time, probably a lot of lobbying, too, between my stomach and the Holy Spirit because they allowed me to work my way out of the pit, climb the steps and I render time, the toilet. Ouache yucky. In addition, the toilets are equipped with the Olympia magic eye to help flush in the face of those who are thrown in the wrong place.
fact remains that after this wonderful story, the warmth that existed in my room seemed unbearable. The smell also.
is the story of how I managed to Feist miss the show.
Council the only girl in the world who vomits before the show begins: Buy merchandise after the show. Because when someone sees you with a bag of Feist and ask you how was the show you want to shoot him. Literally.
Oh. And internet arrives next Friday.
It prances, prances that god.
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