–Ignat…" I chuckled. – My friend, the "couple of craft ales" turned into a ritual drinking of tequila with the bartender,
who, as it turned out, used to work as an IT specialist and
knows a couple of hacks that might interest you in general…
but although… okay, let's leave it at that. Anyway, after
the tequila, I felt like I could fly. Well, I was sure that I could fly and shoot a small stream for Instagram.
5.
I rolled my eyes and put my hand to my forehead, remembering what happened next. – The first thing I
decided to do was prove it to the police officers who were patrolling the street. They weren't thrilled, you know.
Especially when I tried to record a TikTok with them to demonstrate my love for the law and the patriotism that
was pouring out of me… or was it something else?… Well, let's not recall this feeling, perhaps.
Ignat chuckled without looking up from the code. "You and the cops?" It's always a ridiculous sight.aragraph text
I sighed. – It gets worse. As you know, I've always wanted to learn how to play the ukulele. And so, passing by a local club where someone was trying to throw a Hawaiian party, I heard
music coming from there. Of course, I decided that the world was eager to hear my improvisation, which I would later post on YouTube, and the whole world would be able to see it.
"Oh, no," I said.… You're kidding, right? Ignat said almost without emotion, but his face clearly expressed bewilderment as he continued to work.
6.
– Oh, yes! I snatched the ukulele out of the hands of a poor hipster, who, by the way, looked quite scared and confused, wearing a strange Hawaiian shirt and with a
pierced nose. Although, I guess I seemed strange myself, not fitting into the dress code of this event. And he
started playing. What did I play? I don't know! It sounded
like a grinder grinding on rusty iron, but I was sure it was a future hit. However, the audience did not agree with me.
Plastic cups, napkins, and, I think, one vape were thrown at me. I'm not sure, really, but it was definitely smoking. I rubbed my ears. – But then I became friends with the homeless. They appreciated my avant-garde style. It seems. By the way, they had their own boombox, so>t cooperation was inevitable.
Ignat shook his head. – Homeless people are always a colorful audience. – His answers were always