today 27,11,03 i met a guy in a café.... he sat across the room from me and then he threw a cigarette at me, then he came over to the table and starting talking, i recognized him, i had seen him before, i had seen him this summer while painting a piece with some guys, back then he told me that was scizophrenic and had left the hospital because he wanted to drink and get high. at the café though he seemed worse than that time i saw him in the summer, he was talking to him self while smoking excessively and drinking a beer, he some times stopped and then just stared at me, he came over, then he started talking to me, all kinds of shit, like shit about the devil and his fingerprint, the he started talking about twisted minds and resistance and stuff, he was hard to understand, he said he was anti-christ, i think he talked on for about half an hour, then he gave fivethousand kroners not to come to his house anymore and to tell the devil to leave him alone too and that i should keep threethousand kroners and give the devil two. the sick thing though is that he seemed to know a awfull lot about me even though half the shit he mumbled, said some gibberish or talked about bruce lee or allah... this life just gets weirder everyday plus i had drunken a shit lot of coffee