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CONCRETES I had them through New Year's Eve alone with the TV. It was supposed to be modest, only one glas* of champagne. It came out as usual. The thing is, New Year's programs, reports from city events, smudged with such kitsch that in order to endure this, I wiped myself in front of the mirror with my own glas* of moonshine, according to the prescription of my mayor, a real spec in this area. I felt as if the horse kicked me, which was a slightly unsteady step on the way to the living room, where I watched the television. The vision improved, i.e. I did not see any details, and even Kozidrak seemed to me a young cane. However, Fonia still did not work, because the hits were antediluvian, worse, as if from the age of dinosaurs (Jozek, I will not give you that night). I thought that the second glas* would dull my hearing, the more that the song No, there's no vodka in the desert was flying, which in my case was not true. The pantry is full of strong drinks. Because the second glas* further de*pened my cataracts, problems arose back to the living room. But the effect was generally positive, because I liked Wiśniewski even though I only listened, because I have the most heterose*ual orientation. Even if Polomski's duet with Krajewski appeared on the stage, which would not be unrealistic in such an indicative state, I would not be fussing anymore. At midnight it turned out that I could not find the glas*, so I took the champagne straight from the bottle. And it just happened ... NAGLE on the TV screen appeared the inscription: The thought about ultimate truths brings you closer to God, and a moment later: Apocalypse according to Bl. Katarzyna Emmerich , all on the basis of religious songs. It is difficult to say how long it lasted, because in addition to dulled hearing and fatal vision, the reality of the pas*ing time has gone down, but finally the inscriptions are