By that time me and my family had moved to
a small place out in the countryside called
Börjeslandet. There I became good friends with
a boy called Robert. He learned me the joy of
electric fences and together we "learned by doing"
that jumping around on car roofs is something
you should not do.

But thats not all, my dear friend Robert is also
the one who probably is responsible for my
affection for badtaste jokes.

One day when I visited him he had a pile of, let
us call it "processed food" so that sensitive
people won't get upset when I mean "shit".
Anyway, he had this pile of "processed food"
under his table and I found it a bit sickening.

So I asked him to take it away or atleast hide it.
Then he took a flat piece of Lego and squish, gone.
This made everything better and we continued playing
and decapitating his playmobil men.

But nothing lasts forever.