The piss-like stench of money

I spent some hours at the attic last night. Cold as hell if said thing ever froze over. It must have been at least minus ten celsius degrees, but I wouldn't know for sure. I should probably have worn a jacket. Oh well.

I rummaged through all these old things and what-nots looking for thigs I already knew I wouldn't find. By now I know most of the content of the attic and where it's suppossed to be, but I've never succeeded in finding my "My Little Ponies". I suspect my mother has sold them...

I found this old Adidas shoe box which contained several old (and a few recent) photos of different people and occassions. I looked it through and found the old money we used to have on display in the bathroom of our old house. Money were once pretty.

I beought down my barbies and started dressing them up. Then a sudden urge made me cut the haur of one of the dolls. To think I had to be 19 before my first time cutting a barbie's hair.

Car crash memories

I looked at this picture which I found while cleaning my closet. It's from back when my family and I were in a car crash in Germany. The car got pretty beaten by our own camping wagon. Sick shit, but luckily no one was harmed.
Ever since the accident I've been afraid of Kassel and its hills. Always get nervous when I get near that city.

Looking at the picture I wonder. Why are both my brother and I dressed in red? It seems very odd. Very curious, but very fortunate it turned out, my father and I had switched seats so that I was in the middle seat of the car while he had the right back seat. The exact side of the car which got most wound up in the crash. He had a pillow against the window so the only thing getting hurt when the glass wagon smashed against the window spitting glass splinters in every direction was my dad's arm.

Luck.