Old buildings

Yesterday I once again decided to spend my afternoon with Binzer.
They're gonna tear down a building near by his house, so we went to take som pictures before it's gone. Unfortunately they had closed the fence, so we could only take some pictures from the outside.
We did so and we went on the find another building.
When we were younger and went to the same class we had a classmate who we always called Kusio. Behind his apartmentbuilding there is another old apartment building. Nobody lives there. Some years ago they blocked the doors and windows to prevent junkies from living in there.
We took some pictures and here is my favorite hipster-retouched picture of him.
We bought some chips and some candy, went to his place and ate it.
There's truly no other person I can talk to like that. I can tell him about my sexual life, my problems with friends or school, my personal issues, anything. And he also tells me lots of things. We're like open books to each other.
We've talked about moving together after high school for some years now. I actually start believing it might come true. We can live in his mothers apartment and we've calculated that with our jobs and such we'll be able to make it. I hope it'll come true, 'cause I won't be able to live alone since I'm in such a rush all some times and other times I have all the time in the world. Together with him there would always be somebody to cook dinner or clean up the kitchen. Also he's a great guy and he understands everything about me. Binzer is my buddy and hopefully my roommate to be

Binzer is my fridge

Yesterday I had to choose between being at home for half an hour and getting bored at the school for half an hour. I was hungry but I had no money. I called up Binzer and asked if he was home, which he was. I rang his doorbell and he let me in. I had something to eat and something to drink and then I left. Binzer is my fridge.
Where Binzer lives has there always been an old barn outside. It has been an auto mechanic's, and it's actually the only original barn left in Copenhagen.
When we were younger we would make up stories about what was going on in this scary, empty building.
Now they're tearing it down. It will be gone in a week or two. Monday we're planning to go in there and take some pictures.
It's gonna be legend-wait for it

The beginning of time

In the beginning there was God and his words and all that stuff you've already heard about. That's a good story, and since every good story begins with Binzer he must have been the word. God said "Let there be light, Binzer and Oreos", and it was done by some Polish craftsmen.
Although this might be the truth the legend of Binzer is told to be begun 14th of Movember, 1996. A little miracle came to see the light of a scary industrial hospital. Finally his spirit could after many years of homelessness with nothing to do but flying around making people happy and pushing evolution to the limit find it's home in a blond little boy. Binzer is finally here.
My personal story begins with Binzer, and boy is it a good story.
Even before the two spirits of ours were impersonalized our mothers met and rubbed their bellies against each other and ever since Binzer and I have been friends. We went to daycare together from 1997-1999. Here we ate together and threw food at each others faces.
From 1999-2001 we went to kindergarden together. This was the place I used his brand new handcuffs to tie him to a bench just to leave him there for some time. It was also the place where he threw a brick at my face.
From 2001-2006 we were in the same class at school. With his mom working late and no dad in the house he had to stay at our house for three days a week for a year or two.
In 2006 I left him at the school to find a new school out of town. However in 2010 we had our confirmation together even with the same chef and menu for the party.
Ever since we have been like sister and brother. We've been together 2-3 times a week, and his house is like mine, a place where the other one can come and go as pleased.
Binzer is also the only person calling me up in the evening asking what my plans for Wednesday morning is, offering a perfect breakfast before school, when his mom is out of town for a week.