Recent reviews by QQR4

That day, I decided to head to the festival, packing my old guitar and a case of favorite beer into the car. The journey was long, but music and cool drinks were supposed to make it enjoyable. However, somewhere along the way, everything changed: instead of being drawn to the stage, I found myself pulled toward something else — something forbidden and destructive.

I developed a problem with drugs that grew into full-blown addiction. Instead of performing on stage, I thought about going to a rehabilitation center. But fate had other plans.

On the way to the clinic, my car was stopped by the police. In the glove compartment, they found a small bag of white powder. My plans for treatment fell apart, along with any hope of freedom. Now I sit in prison, reflecting on my choices. Once I'm out, I'll definitely try playing the Keep Driving.

I finally understand the jokes about dice!