Acces pt2

I tried remembering his name but I just couldn't. Sahara... Shakira... Nah, def not that. But he'll know me and I'll know him, when I'll become the Russian president, and that's a fact!!
In the magazine I stole, there were lots of popular people. They all had repetitive outfits. Presidents and other politi.. whatever were also there. They all had the same outfits. Then, suddenly a brilliant idea came to my mind: in order to have people's attention, I have to look unique! I also have to make my grammar better. More and more things, less and less time. But acces to the internet are the most important!!

After drinking a couple shots, I have had an idea: in a disguise, I'd go to a nearby cafe. Different clothes are just in case Sahara showed up with his just-a-friend.
But first I have to do something I haven't done in a while... Carefully brush my teeth. It was hard. My mouth bleeded, but now that I think about, it looked kinda cool...as if I fought for somethin important and won, but with costs... Ya know, something different than a bench next to a nearby store. But now that I will become the president, I will be on a higher rank that those peasants from the bench.

I quickly wore my clothes, took my phone and got out of my house.

When I walked down the streets, someone approached me: "Kokichi! Where were ya... We were worried. They took our bench..!" it was one of my teammates.

Allow me explain: there is only place for four people on the bench. We call it that because it has many memories with it. It's yellow. Its paint is slowly scratching and going away but we don't care. It belongs to us. But it wasn't like that in the past.