(Sunday the 4th of October)
'Can you believe that Muhammad of a guy yesterday, how on earth did he think I was taking permission from him, and who the hell does he think he is?, I am out heard in another state with people I nearly know, and now he is trying to tell me what to do with my time, that good for nothing idiot. How could he be such a big loser like that wanting me to tell him everything that goes on in my life, I mean who the fuck is he, but thank God I put him in his place, right?' My subconscious mind asked my conscious mind that was busy not paying attention, as if that was even possible, for a part of my mind not to be paying attention to what part of me was saying.
