Full report in the store

I don't drive drunk
So I got my whiskey by walking along a snowy alley.
I looked at my feet, it's a very funny gait,
My sneakers make an extra turn.
I won't even think about straightening it out.
Trying to aestheticize natural movement is always a big mistake.
Almost everyone makes it.

But this zigzag gait of mine made me laugh the whole way.
The trajectory is almost unpredictable
The famous drunken styles of the eight immortals from Jackie Chan.
The only thing I'm missing on my hand is a pumpkin flask of wine.

Are you going to tell everything, everything about your every breath now?
Yes, I'm a publicist, like Eliza Pentland.

"..her thought slowly crawled like an octopus along the bottom, clinging to every detail."
On difficult sections she pursed her lips and raised her finger up.
"Jesus God! Thought Gant. It's begun again."

But this man in camouflage from head to toe simply pushed me away at the checkout in the store.
What an adventure every time I only went out to buy cigarettes.
They are used to pushing everyone with a machine gun, but in Moscow you are not welcome,
This is a merchant city.
Relax in the clubs, they belong to your commanders.
I told him: please move away.

And he and his chicken retreated away,
muttering something under their breath.
They bought two light bulbs and cheese crisps.
And this man, I know, was armed, but that won't work here.
Moscow is a merchant city after all.

But such people probably dream of walking around with machine guns everywhere,
to be rude to passersby in the store.
Or maybe to kill random passersby, I don't know.

You were in danger. They are dangerous at night.
Ouija's nonsense, I am at home and these are guests of the capital.
These guests are like hosts everywhere, they count.
Well, for now we can ignore their unbridled passions, Ouija?
For now, yes.

Well, I learned fiction from Hunter Thompson,
He wrote something like that when he was drunk.
Me too.
But he loved guns, and I didn't.
Do you know why he loved them?
Find out.
I wouldn't want to arm myself.
This spills out of the war.
Yes, “hell broke luce”

An armed man is always visible in a crowd.
And he looks like that bravado couple in the store.
The woman is very ugly,
but she expresses complete trust in this weak man.
This is what bitches look like in a pack of unfortunate stray dogs.
They cling to the leader, hoping that he can protect them.
But he can't.

This camouflage, we know where you came from and what you did there.
But he didn't think it necessary to dress differently.
So please move away, I haven't finished the calculation. -
I'm as polite as a hostel. Almost.

He almost pushed me away,
I asked what was the matter,
but instead of answering, his thought darted to the knife on his belt.
How unintelligent.
This is their subtle fear, I notice such things.
They are expecting an attack, but are not ready for it.

But everyone they meet knows at first glance
where such a person hid a knife or a gun.
"Please move away from here" - that's enough.
And they walked away. My politeness is impeccable, Mr. Whiskey.

"Jesus God! It's begun again."

And this official, judging by the size of her body
Asked the Uzbek night saleswoman to slice her sausage thinly.
And when she did so, she said that it was not thin enough and would not do,
And demanded that she redo it again, slicing it even thinner.
And the Uzbek woman could not object,
But I heard her teeth grinding against each other.

And then this official asked to slice two more huge pieces of cheese very thinly.
Here my patience ran out
I laughed and asked if it was supposed to cut a kilogram of cheese.
The official looked at me very angrily.
But what can stop my laughter if I am at home.

This confession cannot be stopped? Really?
Ouija, you don't understand
Trying to aestheticize the natural movement of Jackie Chan's drunk style
always means ruining it.
And I won't even think about straightening this gait.
It will become wrong from this, please understand.
It's all clear anyway.
Mr. Whiskey, Ouija seemed to be trying to insult those present.

Ouija, but no one can resist drunk kung fu
Because this is the style of the immortals
Yes, they are all drunk, imagine that.
And the Jade Emperor and Yang Wang, everyone in general
there are no sober gods in the pantheon of immortals.
And I'll hint you a secret, that's why they are immortal.

Well, Jackie Chan is a stuntman, that's why he was able to reproduce these tricks.
You don't control your body and mind.
They control what's left except.
You can go crazy with fear by letting go of all your control of consciousness.
Yeah, they're not ready for this kind of wushu.
They are not ready for Ouija.
They only get drool in bubbles.
No, a drop of control should have been left after all.
One milligram, no more.

Yes, but sometimes immortal styles begin to dictate stories about an official and cheese.
But mortals cannot understand the reasons for the movements of the immortals' dances.
Either dance or watch.

Understand - no. In this area there is nothing to simply understand.

I want to tell you about the peaches of immortality here too
Which the groom Sun Wukong stole and ate.
Calm down, please.
I'm just asking.