: He admits to being hungover every day, with "three hundred wounds" on his soul that no amount of alcohol can heal or help him forget.
The story concludes without redemption; he lives day-to-day, uncertain of "tomorrow," clinging only to the memory of the woman who destroyed him while he continues to sink into his self-made "hell". aco_pejovic_sed_i_beo_audio_2013_hd
: Despite his misery, he takes a dark pride in his ruin, claiming he "enjoys his scrap" and doesn't care about others. He believes that when he falls, he falls "best" and "like a man". : He admits to being hungover every day,