Sketches from 2008

In a long forgotten Wednesday, at a time when only misfits and drunks meet… They contemplate anything but the sheer fact that for some unspeakable and misfortunate event, that can be easily blamed on the planets alignment or beer being served at the wrong temperature, sometimes life sucks.
That’s that time of the night where every movement from the minute’s hand of a clock will slowly wake up the dark and rotten lost souls of this sewer smelling world. And that’s the time when you’ll hear something like:`
"Então Sónia, tiveste um dia dificil como nós?"