Day 1 - Tom Wolfe

The night was stormy and rainy. I went to the balcony of Vincent and the rain drops
clapped against his sunshade. I smoked a cigarette. The evil mosquito had finally moved.
At 10:00 am his social worker came by. I know her too. She's a hard-working bee. 
We three drank together black coffee. Vincent drank triply strong. When I left, I listened
to Pete Yorn on the bicycle. Visited my lawyer to get my money. At home I struggled with
the optimation of my living room. How to afford all this? I smoked 5 cigarettes in a row.
I went to Johns and ate Brussel sprout stew. 2 big portions. In the shop window I discovered
that I put on weight again, maybe 4 pounds. Vincent said I look chubby. Then my own 
social worker appeared and we went to a furniture-sale, to buy some equipment for coloring
the walls of my room. I think tomorrow I'm gonna start. Then I met Wolf and we bought
some dope. I took half a gram for the monthly pain. He invited me to smoke. I provided
the bong and then we smoked. He drank a black beer and me a pils. His dog is incontinent,
that made some trouble. I've got a dog by myself, but he is made of plush. He never gets
incontinent, neither he needs to go for a walk. All I do is cuddle him during falling asleep.
Maybe thats the more uncomplicated sort of dog. When I went home I started to list exact
details of my week-plan, but that was way too neurotic for me and I stopped it. I listened
to my Spotify-mixtape and than called Vincent. He brought potato-salat with him, and
beer and milk. I was very yearning for a coffee. Black coffee isnt my favourite choise.
I gave Vincent a Joint. But soon he started talking paranoid, psychotic stuff. I feared it. Its
often that way. He said one of his brain half still lies down in Berlin Köpenick. 
I wasnt able to listen to all this sort of crap and said, it would be nice if
he leaves and he did without lamenting. Then I drank the second beer and smoked a 
couple of cigarettes, listening to A-Camp. 

Not a special day, but a day.