I am sitting in front of an all american motel in the middle of the night. It is 2 am, but the city of LA, like me, seems to have trouble trying to get to sleep. A drunken latino man is strawling through the street in front of me, a fat lady is going out of her room to get another pillow from her car, and young couples (max 18) in cabriolet cars are trying to get a room for a few hours to do what they aren't allowed to do at home. However, the motel is full. Ida, mads and marianne are asleep, and i sneaked out because after 8 hours of sleep i didn't feel tired any more. I'm sinning too, because i'm having a cigarette outside (i must look like a bum to
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