Berlin, early 2013.
A bar in Schöneberg.
Smoke fills the air, people drown their sorrows in colorful beverages of alcoholic nature.
Introduced by a common friend, two shapes, one quite tall, one rather petite, emerge from the cancerous mists.
Berlinsson: „Hi, I sing“
Clark Jr.: „Hi, I play guitar“
Berlinsson tells the story of his entire life, much to the displeasure of everyone else in the room. He finishes and lights a cigarette.
Clark Jr.: „Nice one, mate, form a band?“
Berlinsson: „Yeah let´s form a band, nice one, mate“
Clark Jr.: „Nice one, mate“.
– The End
