It's an evening at Boogies in Copenhagen. Shirtless to Give it away with my mates, as we usual do.
Drunk. I'm 17 – it’s 1992. It rules. Then a man with blond hair comes over and says, he would like to use me to a commercial. He asks me if I'm gay. I'm not, I said. Then we got that clear. He wants to call me, and then I thought, yea right. We danced on and drank tequila bom bom with Sprite to the bright.
Next day actually calls and says that he is coming to visit me at Upsalagade, where I live with [NAVN C] and my mom [NAVN A]. She is an old model and says, it's good, and it can be the beginning to something big. In addition she thinks we are some ravagers who wasted our lives, so she greets any of my career change in my life welcome.
[NAVN B], as the man shows to be named, shows up and says hello and asks, if I want to do a model job in fucking Finland.
When I wasn't home at Copenhagen, I went to rhythmic school in Vig and played Risk. It was pizza or weed, then sit down the rest of the evening, annoyed over, that we didn't used the money on the pizza, when we got munchies after the weed.
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