A biographic book I hope my children will never read. Reading my diary, 20 years later, some questions come up quickly: how am I still alive? How come I have never been arrested? The book tells my day-to-day life during my time as a college student in which besides drinking beer and smoking pot regularly, I also had street fights, stole, had sexual intercourse with stranger women, brought drugs from Holland, damaged public places, fell in love and cried. A politically incorrect book I hope my children will never read.
