It was summer, I was fed up with everything, so I got up at 2 am, cooked pancakes, packed them into my guitar bag, and headed out into the night. I first went to a swing that's in a big oak tree near where I live, and I sat there for a while just playing my guitar. Then I went to the train station and started walking towards the next. Not many cars came by, but I started trying to hitchhike (never tried before or since), and finally a foreign guy picked me up. Only drove with him for like 10 minutes before we reached the next train station, where I got off and helped a newspaper guy stacking the morning's newspapers at the train station. Then the first morning train came (like 5 am I think), and I drove with it all the way to its end and back home, where I then went to bed.
All the while listening to the Helios discography.