How To Make A Cake Shaped Like A Basketball

fair chance

zwischen samstag und sonntag, ein kirchturm in naher ferne schlägt mitternacht, ich stehe am offenen fenster und schaue auf den kleinen, dunklen garten im hinterhof hinaus.
keine spur vom mond heute, der himmel ist mit bleischweren, dunkelstgrauen wolken verhangen, die nacht fast schwarz, eisig kalt und dennoch gerade noch warm genug, dass es in strömen zu regnen vermag. ein hundewetter.
durch ein loch im dachkänel plätschert das wasser auf den balkon, ich zittere ein wenig, drücke meine zigarette aus und schliesse das fenster, the rain is just background noise perceived as dull.
I go to the bathroom, my face moisten at the tap, go with the finger on my eyes and talk to the mirror.
"but I'm actually pretty buckets ready, as also sailed from, should I really be out ...?"
"come on, are not just crazy night from sugar, right? Make sure you make time out, maybe you'll miss them if you already own today daheimbleibst ... in fairness you should at least give each night a fair chance, one, or who knows, maybe even the night of your life to be. So oops! "
actually he is right, actually, he is always right, and those eyes, those who can already . Resist
and how many nights have been good only after a sometimes even very resinous start made it known as such, how often were bedded and book early to the evening do not have a lot closer than jacket and pants?
I think again my head Unters cold water, wipe with the hand-face over and cringe violently when suddenly out of the bath next to it Fidel Castro shows up, "containing a comrade before disclosed your not become longer, you should your room leave them in any case! "
"flap castro!" I call him back, he disappears as soon as he is out, and pull my jacket on, the rain probably will not withstand too long, but it is not as if I had a choice.
I grab a bottle of red into the pocket and pull the door behind me.
with already clammy hands, I take my trusty velo military and notice that the rain out here is a lot stronger than expected from within. I should steal castro the mask.
stick after only a few meters of the pants on my thighs and the mirror-shiny streets are empty, rinsed like, as I walked through the inner city cyclists, in search of a little amusement, and perhaps the night of my life.