this mourning, kafka woke me up at 6 am so he could run this stuupid marathon. he killed someone... or someone died... or there was pain and blisters and suffering... or something, i wuznt listening.
he got like 35123524th place or sumthing - he blamed his nee ingeri, but i think he is just a wimp.
morall of the story? dont wake me up in the mourning!!!!@$!#$