but luckily for them, assholes like that never pay attention
Thursday, 4th November 2010.
I left early today, and as I walked by Skipperstuen on my way home I saw an old man sitting there smoking with a beat up Leica over his left shoulder. he was drinking and looked as rugged as his camera,
and a couple of hours later, on my way to the office to pick up the 450 after dinner, I passed some juiced up bodybuilders in hoodies and sweatpants at exactly the same spot, and I couldn’t help it so I said “å så tøffe dåkkårr e’ guttarr” to myself, but I didn’t say it too loudly, just loud enough to let them hear my insult if they were listening carefully, but luckily for them, assholes like that never pay attention. if they did I would’ve had to beat them up and kick their asses, and I wouldn’t want to do that in the rain. oh no, not ever. not ever in the late night rain. luckily for them, assholes like that never pay attention.