“真有点无从下手了!”我说这句话的时候,是2002年4月的某一天凌晨。当时的夜色很美,跟我们的神色恰恰相反。记得我躺在创意总监的沙发上,把脚搭在他的办公桌上,嘴里正叭哒叭哒抽他的LUCKY STRICK,我的搭档坐在总监的椅子上,把脚搭在我的脚上,吸我呼出的二手LUCKY STRICK。总监坐在我搬来的椅子上,两只脚踩在地上,将一个空的LUCKY STRICK烟盒扔进纸篓,然后从抽屉里 “It’s a bit impossible to start! ” When I say this sentence, is some day in April 2002 someday. The night was beautiful, exactly the opposite of what we looked. I remember lying on the couch of the creative director, resting my feet on his desk, pumping his LUCKY STRICK into his chair, my partner sitting in the director’s chair and resting my feet on my feet On, suck my used LUCKY STRICK. The director sits in the chair I moved to, with both feet on the floor, throwing an empty LUCKY STRICK cigarette case into the wastebasket and pulling it from the drawer