Doctors and thieves, they both wear masks (Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me)

My first working day for a good while. It was alright, I didn't slept well and saw a dream where I woke up too late, but like I said, it was alright.

Football practise in the evening. And it was a very good practise because we played on real grass (instead of artificial turf or sand). Before we got thrown out, that is. The grass pitches are reserved for the official teams only and there are signs everywhere to not use them. And as a matter of fact, hardly no-one uses them so from time to time when all the other pitches are occupied we shamelessly jump in. We might get caugh red handed by the janitor or the fuck is the lawmen around there, but oftentimes we get away scot-free. And all he can do really is to throw us out. And we got thrown out yesterday, but only after we had played there for two hours, so it was a win-win.