ned, 8. siječnja '06 u 17:28
Ja... valjda. Bila je neka Shumi ili Shami te večeri u baru... dunno, we were both drunk... things got a little weird... next thing I know, I'm lying naked near a moisture vaporator somewhere in the desert...
"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells,
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home."