Story Five Hundred Eighty-Second - Grandpa's Camera After my first Brutal Assault in 1998, I was full of crap. Alcohol, but also the brigade and everything around was crawling down my throat. The blonde was at her parents' house in Tábor and I cleaned up at the cottage. I used to sit for long hours under a chestnut tree reading old science fiction books. I pulled my extension cord up to the window, built a tower there, and played my vinyls. We a…
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Story Five Hundred Eighty-Second - Grandpa's Camera After my first Brutal Assault in 1998, I was full of crap. Alcohol, but also the brigade and everything around was crawling down my throat. The blonde was at her parents' house in Tábor and I cleaned up at the cottage. I used to sit for long hours under a chestnut tree reading old science fiction books. I pulled my extension cord up to the window, built a tower there, and played my vinyls. We a…