Nothing could convince me then... Those where the days when you felt like a hot air balloon. Not a single day passed without me checking on the daily digest in the tech review. Most articles where either dramatically puffed up with jargons or practical stupidity.
It's pouring out in gallons there, when i finally caught hold of the page i's waiting for. The cute face reminded me of some country fisher boy. The skin was deep tanned and his eyes darted out thick ink.
My desk was filled with blotted papers, otherwise known as contemporary pros, in no time. "Just in time, friend", said the publisher.
When the ethyl drops squeezed through the sensory system, that night, I shouted at the mirror, "One for the classiest intellectual thief,ever"...
