A friday night quote
Posted by Patrik Edvardsson | Posted in Friday , Nordic , quote , Swedish , tennis | Posted on 8:03 PM
‘Spill your guts and throw it on the page of your pussy notepad that you are obsessively writing in. But really, all we ever wanted was to lie here and hear this music and watch the candle with an unknown scent of something chemical that is dressing up in a Swedish forest-like costume of Nordic berries.’
It was late as the Friday night came crashing down on us. But somehow it all made sense.
Also, I'm not gonna write about the tennis cause everything I promise in blogs never come true. I find no reason to diverge from that factual arrangement. Do you?
You're charming on drugs patrik! :)
Next time we need a tape recorder. Or a video camera. We could make a movie using our drug-induced wisdom as dialogue.
Kath: People often tell me that, maybe out of cheer surprise over the transformation from the daytime Patrik, with his serious outlook and strict clothing style, to the creative outburst (which daytime Patrik also has, but keeps inside) of nighttime Patrik.
Sasha: That could either be a terrible idea, or make us famous.
Were-Patrik?
I think it would do both. And that is why we should do it.
I´m in!