My back-coverless handphone.
What is in a back-coverless cell that tells such a story. A story of a boy that got hopelessly drunk because of being upset. Sorry to the people whom i drunk called last night.
Last night was weird. I got drunk and tried to have sex with Undarmaa, knowing that that would be extremely dumb subconciously, i called people over to keep an eye on drunk me. It was, very weird. I drunk called some of my friends too.
After everything more or less settled down, i was still disillusioned by my surroundings. I had a feeling impending doom, so i ran. I walked out of the apartment, and ran far far away, to crossroads and just sat there. The whole was a blur after that, all I can truly remember is that I was so scared running through the dark alone, when there were scarcely a car on the road, and this black woman who helped me up to the room.
I woke up after that, in the toilet, with a hangover. I realized, that my phone was there, but the back cover and battery was missing. It's quite a feat, for person to lose his back cover and battery instead of the entire phone. O_O
If you're asking what brought upon this night of distraught,
Twas a series of ignored calls.
Ian.
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