September 4th, 2015: 11:40 PM
At this late hour Taisto was not feeling the need for sleep at the slightest, most likely due to already slumbering away the better half of the whole day. He chose as his chosen activity to chug an beer and to stroll into the back yard of the house.
There the soft touch of moist grass blades on his soles and the soothing whispering of the wind made his imaginative side tingle.
He liked for now to consider his future, the fancy drink bar he would construct, none who knew him could guess that was the kind of establishment that he craved. However it was clear on his mind, many of these smaller towns in Sweden and his home country Finland had an growing clientele of young that craved something different and fancier than what the local pub and club had to offer, and Taisto would be there to meet their demands.
An sly smile crept unto his face, one that not many would ever see, and as suddenly as he thought up these visions of future, Taisto felt an lurch in his stomach, something dark and unfamiliar was watching him? He had felt this feeling before when he and his friends had ran to the local woods to look for dinosaurs after seeing jurassic park for the first time when they were kids. They were so enraptured by their imagination that they had at one point believed it all to be true and fled the local woods in terror, he felt again the same horrible sensations and felt sick. Well past his hangover he could only guess what was really going on, It felt violent, sharp and twisting in his guts. Taisto positively lunged at the house but his run was eye seemingly lengthening, after what seemed like two hundred meter race to him, Taisto arrived into the questionable safety of the darkened house and locked the door behind him like it was the damn Groke that was chasing him. It was equally disturbing how long it took him to reach the kitchen, he was sure that his drunken state had left him so this panic attack was sudden and unexpected as he had never experienced anything of its sort before.
After the disturbingly long walk into the kitchen, the shaking Taisto begun to brew some coffee for himself, he decided to start from the ground up, even grinding the beans himself, and there was nothing that could stop him from enjoying at least three pots of this delicious treat in this dark of night as he sat there at the kitchen table, shaking coffee mug in his hands.
