Of a random dwelling moment.

I had an unpleasant phonecall over some problems lasted for merely a minute, slammed the phone and got into the taxi which took me home, feeling tired and bluesy I turned on the music player on the phone, lit a cigarette, there goes GnR's Sweet Child O' Mine and later on Metallica's Master Of Puppets and rocked all the way home.

I got out of the cab and replayed Sweet Child O' Mine all the way through the lift until I reached home, took a can of beer from the fridge and there I replayed the song once more and it feels better than doing drugs.

The driver actually told me Ill be the first chinese he met who listens to Met. A sense of relief, I guess a part of me there's still a rocker living within.