Right shot is Old. It is to be dated April 2008. I knew I had taken that, and I vaguely remembered it was somewhere. So I went looking for it. I wanted to see how different I was. I was chubbier, my hair was red, I used to believe in a sick love that could lead me nowhere but to insanity and suffocation. I don't look like that anymore, I was naive. Pretending to live a silly utopia of my own. As if I were in a fairytale. Indeed, hiding behind a tiny cloud of white smoke. Then, you know what happened? I hit the ground, smashed my jaws, felt the blood-like flavour in my mouth and cut my tongue biting it while falling. Shit happens. Opened my eyes and started living in real life, after my mouth had been full of dust. And it tasted better than all the rest. That's what came up to my mind, when I was smoking my fourth ciggie today. The one on the left.

I dedicate this to myself. And to my newly fixed broken jaws.