Walking home from work is always a bit interesting. Usually it happens at 4/5 o'clock in the morning fridays and saturdays. I guess as a weekend-bartender I see people pretty near their weakest moments. Tonight was no different. Trudging home through the piles of sick. Climbing over the masses of passed out pissheads. Dodging screaming police cars whilst trying to avoid the infamous Turku attempted-rapist.
Listening to SALEM whilst walking home hardly helps in feeling more secure does it?
It felt a bit scary and a bit claustrophobic but also a slightly cool and a bit like listening to the dubsteppy version of the UEFA Champions League anthem.
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