prologue

Wherein a diary stained with the scent of alcoholic drinks, a little hangover puke, and occassionally, cigarette dust belongs to a peculiar man in his middle 20's. He pervades the diary with records of the heart-warming, hilarious, insane, rarely witty (and mostly drunk) people he meets and has had conversations with in the corner outside of Oavad pub.
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"It's a journal. Not a diary. Now give it back."
"That's what everyone who has a diary says, out of embarrassment."