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       When alcohol appeared in my early youth: my cheerful friends then: had a lot of worries with me:
we were playing such a game - Follow me: I'm a hysterical jogger: anywhere into the open space  - Peťo:
Peťo! - they shouted: and could not catch me. Then I broke my leg: crawled at home:     about half past
eleven: and we drank just sitting only.
       Of course: immediately and uncritically: and: in the spirit of my unscientific thinking:     the
colorful nonsenses began to come to my mind: why was it like this.
       That's because I've always been a runner.
       I'm a leggy spider.
       With that booze: I shut down: for a short while: the normal-reasoning handicap: which was: under
the influence of several leaders of our local gang: already deep rooted in mine:       otherwise mostly
confused: head (run? what the fuck?! where??):and I gave mine naked desire the freedom: I uncovered for
a while: the ancient need of feet: to go crazy with the road.
       Since winter: I have already run many marathons:  my aggressive musk sweat has soaked up through
many clothes - the soles on my economic shoes from China: become transparent in many places.     When I
run eleven kilometers to work in the morning: by a murmur of thrushes: I want to shout into the face of
the whole drowsy world - thank you. Well: Thank You Christopher!