Some facts:
- I’m not a story-teller.
- I’m getting used to this god damned luck. (Is there such thing as Chance? I mean which is the rule? How much influence do we have on our life? Am I in the driver seat or I am living in deep Chaos with a little taste of pragmatism?)
- Tired of planning.
- Need to shot something.
- Dreaming, several nights, about playing tennis. I have no reason for that.
- Afraid of disappointing my family. Are they expecting anything from me?
- Counting down... about 90 days and I should be gone.
Your turn... fill up the holes, as I said; I’m not a story-teller...