Page 344: Auf die Piste
It always feels so great to walk towards a party fully dressed up with a beer can in your hand. And the best thing about it are the glances you get from the people on the street. Lately in Linz it happened again: I came across one staggering guy who must have thought: “Bah, there you have one of these fancy-pants from the area!” But then he saw the beercan in my hand and for a short moment his face went WTF for a short moment, because he saw a world he doesn’t understand.
This page is for my good friend Billy.