Homies + cava = brilliant

Hanging out with kompisar från förr is always great good fun! Add to that nice food and cava and the result is brilliant. Didn´t have the energy to party afterwards though, so they dropped me of on the way downtown. Normally I´d walk home but yesterday there had been warnings about a raper in the hood, which led to us texting and phoning everyone to make sure all got home safe. Made me quite mad though, why should we have to fear shit like that, in our neighbourhood or anywhere?

During dinner of course we reminisced a lot of shit that happened when we grew up, good, bad and very entertaining shit. And some sad shit too when thinking of people that isn´t anymore. When it all comes around, it´s just like the song - or the other way around, the song is just like life morelike: "....några lyckas, några dör"

Despite of that I´m really glad we grew up in an overall quite nice suburb close to the city and not in a godforgiven small place where people know your every move and are dangerously familiarly linked to eachother. Although this city is quite small for being a capital, it´s big enough to be somehow anonymous.