Back at My Favorite Bar
I got out of bed just after noon. I had a headache. I reflected on the fact that I had problems with both my teeth and my tax bill, which made my headache feel even worse. In the evening, I visited my favorite bar, Stiefel. I met Maria, Elsa, Hans, and others. I had a bock beer because they had held a bock beer festival the previous week. Hans bought me a beer, and we toasted each other. I felt happiness deep in my heart. I reaffirmed that this was the place where I wanted to die. The owner offered to buy me dinner, but I politely declined because I wanted to eat at home. I bought a bottle of red wine. I boiled some fresh sausage, potatoes, and Brussels sprouts in my room using an induction cooker. The dinner turned out better than I had expected. I read in bed for an hour. It was a quiet, pleasant evening.
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- Revisit My Regular Bar I went out of bed just after noon. I felt a headache. I reflected that I found the problem both teeth and tax payment. It made heavier for the headache. In the evening, I visited my favorite bar Stiefel. I met Maria, Elsa and Hans and others. I had a bok beer because they had a bok beer festival last week. Hans gave me a beer. We had cheeres each others. I felt happiness from the bottom of my heart. I confirmed that this is the place where I should die. A bar owner offred me a dinner but I declined the kind offer becasue I wanted to have dinner at home. I got a red wine bottle. I boiled raw sausage, potato, brussel sprout in my room with IH oven. It turned out nicer dinner than I expected. I read books in the bed for an hour. It was a moderate night.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
