Just came back from the supermarket. On my way to the flat a guy stopped me and asked If I would like to buy his Samsung S7 blablabla. After I said No thanks he asked me If I want to buy some cocaine and I was like:
Yo, I'm 26, in a big ass flat in the heart of Berlin's gay area on Saturday night, a bit drunk too and you seriously want to throw some powder into the mix? Not today Satan and RAN!
I'd be dead by 4AM, I just know It.