the local population is living of stinking fish entrails

Tonight, there is a show on the telly you might want to watch. This is part of the tagline: “Something is wrong; the local population is living of stinking fish entrails, the prostitution is on the rise and the number of people sick in aids is growing more and more." Its seems to be sort of about my life, or at least some of my friends I think, i don't really now if have aids, how often do you have to check? Today when I was walking home from school…

(which is going great by the way, a breakthrough in the group work, and a very interesting discussion this morning with the invited guest, that actually made us much more clear on what our idée is all about I think. Presentation tomorrow)

…I decided to walk through the alcoholic’s park, situated between the hospital (the section for venereal diseases if im not wrong, which is kinda funny) and Mobilia). A nice enough park, fruit trees and green grass this has been a nice home for several of them for a while. Since the fifties perhaps, how should I know. As I walk through the park I first se two very strange things; a twirl of canned chilli con carne, several cans, six, seven, eight? spilled out on the ground and twirled around in a mysterious pattern. Then a few meters away a large pile, a pyramid of puffed rise, not just one box, but perhaps three or four boxes. I then say hello to my friends and sit and talk for a couple hours before I go home, to take a shower. A shower. I feel ashamed. I shall treat them to a pie tomorrow. There not bad guys, really. Christer is just as drunk just as often, and i do like a bit of a "ledgångsolja" myself. But they couldnt explain the weird piles. Were they even real?

Anyhow and anyway, tomorrow we will present our work in school, and here’s a teaser. This is also the day when I will open the mysterious gift, so be aware that anything can happen.



I’m kinda bored with music so tonight I will be listening to the sounds of the ghetto,it’s kinda like this