What do you want, Ari? That’s what I kept asking myself. Maybe it was the beer. What do you want, Ari? And then I answered myself: “A life.” “What’s a life, Ari?” “Like I know the answer to that?” “Deep inside you know, Ari.” “No, I don’t.” “Shut up, Ari.” So I did shut up. And then the thought entered my head that I’d like to kiss someone. It didn’t matter who. Anyone. Ileana.
