Saturday night
Johnny Depp falls asleep in the bath with a glass of absinth in his hand. I drink tea and enjoy the warmth my new socks are providing my feet with as the wind is half storming outside. On the tv ... From Hell. Makes me remember that one time when I was about 7 or 8 and the old Jack the Ripper movie was on tv. I was spending the night over at my best friends house and her mother let us watch the movie with us. When it was time to sleep I was dead scared that my friends mother would have the same sickness (in the old movie Jack the Ripper is portraited as schitzoprenic if I recall correctly) as the Ripper and that she would suddenly come into my friends room and cut us both open. I was supposed to sleep on a matress on the floor next to the bed that night, but the matress was close to the door and since I was afraid my friend let me have the bed. Ofcourse we survived the night just fine but it still lives vividly in my memory.
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