I take my bag and start walking away. The night is falling, I look at my watch. It’s ten past five. I don’t understand, how is it possible? I left the squat at ten… I open my backpack and see a little brown packet inside. What the… I must have lost my mind somewhere on the way to the dealer. Or maybe I took something. I haven’t take drugs in a while but this is the only explanation have. I notice a piece of paper in my bag, what’s written on it strikes me, my legs get numb and I would have fallen if Philip haven’t catch me.
