He had been several minutes quiet, laying in the couch, looking at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression on his face.
His roommate, who had noticed that, invited him to go grab a beer in order to cheer him up; but he refused because he didn't want to go out that night; therefore his roommate made him go out and grab a beer because according to him, he wouldn't let him become one depressed and bitter guy for not having found the meaning of life.
Later, when he was drinking his beer and talking with the waitress in the bar, his mind was still in his room, wondering how many stains there was in the dirty ceiling.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
551 - The stains in the ceiling.
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