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Upon thinking about it again he decided that starting the story with “He was looking for so long into the void…” was extremely lame; after taking another sip from the beer in front of him he closed the notebook with the hope that he’ll have a muse in his pocket the next time he tries to write.

The music was soothing; apparently it was a Cranberries night, not a bad thing in his opinion. All the Guinness posters on the walls were also to his liking; heck with it, the whole pub seemed to be built for him: cozy atmosphere, good music, fair prices, nice people and excellent service; it was also the only place where he gladly left tips every time. The couple running the place were cute together and he sometimes went there just to gaze at them. He was thinking about O’Hara Irish Pub as his second home.

His name was Andrew but a lot of people were calling him Fuzzmz; a special little name was Mars Boy but only one person was allowed to call him that. He wasn’t a very attractive person: dark haired with a short pony-tail, most of the times shaved, tall and thin; the only distinctive features were his rather large nose and a problem with acne (it seemed to come and go as it pleased). Despite these he wasn’t a complexed person and he accepted the fact that he won’t be in the popular crowd in life… he even enjoyed the thought.