keyless, bulbless (?) day
so! i was partying last night with a bunch of cool people. gave a dud my keys because i was wearing my hot leather pants and i had nowhere to put them. of course we were heaving fun all over the place, forgot about the dud and went on my way to engage in a really inaccurate conversation with some very old friends. at about 4 in the morning we decided to head home and have our beauty sleep because we had to look pretty for college today. took a taxi, got out quickly and started to run ‘cos i was freezing my but off. the key keeper dud went on his way without even a wave. when i got to the door i realized that i had absolutely no way of going inside without waking up the whole household. so i did…
the trouble began when i woke up early thins morning, at about 1 o’clock and i realized i had no way of getting out of the house to go to college. the bigger problem was that i had no smokes! how the hell was i supposed to live through another day of this cruel, cruel life without my special lucky strike smokes that make me feel special? i phoned my dud and told him about the misery i was in. “give up work, damn THE MAN and come home with a freakin’ pack of cigarettes!”. he told me “no!” but… the good news was that he had left behind this morning 6 cigarettes or so. “cool dud! no need to come home, go make some money, and don’ tell the man i said those things about him…”
everything was zen again. the only upsetting thing was that i was really bored. nothing to do.. took my bran new cool book and started reading. that was at about 4ish o’clock. and being the luckiest person in the world, my bulb (?) broke. so i have no light. the only source left in the house is the bathroom light (and it’s freakin’ freezing there) and the light at the end of the tunnel. but i’m not going there ‘cos it’s winter, oh yeah!, and i have no keys. so…? what to do? what to do?
saty home

i KNOVV MAN am patit-o si eu …stiu prin ce ai trecut…anger rage vvilling to kill
ps scriu cu 2 de “v” k nu i merge astuia tasta [dublu v]
drinking in A can cause severe loss of keys, bulb and eventually sanity
asta fara mine, normal…
atunci am rezolvat problema: hai sa buggy saptamana viitoare in a cu mine
next…get some pockets
ar fi mai usor asa
nu de alta…dar intotdeauna le umpli p ale mele
n.r.: i’m the key dude
acu stiu de ce imi primesc mesaje la 4 juma’ dimineata de genu’ : “dud stii cumva numarul de telefon al lui …”
fericirea e ca tocmai atunci am ramas fara baterie si n-a mai fost nevoie sa ma chinuiesc sa raspund
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bine ca acu’ stiu si eu de ce n-am primit niciun raspuns
cu toate ca de abia azi-dimineatza mi-am adus aminte ca parca am dat un mesaj cuiva azi-noapte 
dud, the key keeper dud should’ve remained anonymous!!!
i was going for mistery here!!!