First step.

My writing is not getting any better, too much to say, too few words to express, at least for my case. Most haven't noticed, i have recently started working for this Belgian beer restaurant, the name Brussels ring a bell? New people, new place, new routine. My previous entries may be suicidal, my blog's layout may be too darkening but DO NOT be deceived!! Andrew is now confirmed a happier man.

Its been close to a month since most of the gang left, the rest catching up with studies, with work and job hunting. Another thing that got me reminded, it is not only fear that comes with age, the fuck-ups will only get more severe as time grows and it is not up to anyone of us to provide a solution to another person so i will just hush this tobacco-wreaking-mouth right about now.

"You're born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son." - Eddie Temple from the film Layer Cake.

Fucking work for that. End.