Okay, okay, everyone has their addictions, so what?
Some people spend money on drugs, who spend it on clothes, who spend it on hi-tech trappings, there are those who spend it all'Armani Café, who will pay the brand and who manicure, c ' are those who buy books, who goes to the movies, people in the theater.
You, no.
You have an addiction and all of its own uniquely cosmopolitan you are taxi-addicted.
Or rather, depend to some extent by means of convenient transportation, generally understood. A few times this dependence was manifested as during the weekend.
You've been to Florence. When you were a maiden fuck university in Bologna (after all, studied science of sausages, you would like to) you c'andavi almost every month in Florence, who was studying in Florence Pepo your best friend, damn fool and that damn brilliant time same here. Now we go once a year, well that goes. And, above all, last Friday Pepo is a graduate in medicine. It took 110 Pepo because it always has been. A bucket, but with the rasta (at least in high school).
Then you went all bold you Friday after work. And thou hast tried, honestly thou hast tried. You took your sweet trolley, fell in six underworld underground Milanese, Sesto San Giovanni, you changed the line, straight to Porta Garibaldi, the station that most dismal ever built, the stuff of "We the children of the Po valley zoo."
Then you gave: Frecciarossa ... fuck! Not that there were great alternative ...
But you could try, after all, had it almost done, almost there, in fact you were just going to use means adapted to your finances.
Nonsense.
Frecciarossa you climb aboard and you left for the city of Dante, you've stayed mostly awake just to Bologna, where pre-recorded voice dell'algido bolide announced that it was coming to "Bologna Centrale", then repeat the same message in English that you, in stunning abbiocco by rail, you wondered how it is possible that, in Italy, even pre-recorded voice of train and pay with a pound of flesh have a foul English pronunciation.
Have you looked out the window and you recognize the bridge of Stalingrad Street, you've seen the college, did you see the park. And you remember, with indescribable surprise, there you were living there, you do not move from that place, who you those stairs covered with murals under which pitched punkammerda stench of doubt, you've got hundreds of climbs and times in three years. And, suddenly, for a few minutes, take a deep nostalgia for thee, turned around the veil of a life lost, a carefree insouciance that was not, but you remember it like that. Have you thought about what the college years are absolutely the most beautiful, thought to have a pacifier, to concerts, the smell that had the first real freedom, which thrilled because everything seemed possible and there, placed before you, specifically for Read.
Have you thought at the time that the main problems were made by para-Paturnie dictated by sentimental asshole in office, easily solved with a smile One of you came to the rescue equipped with Nutella and San Miguel.
Then, before being overwhelmed by the mental jerking off, the exclusive preserve of a female mind, have decided to concentrate on the super-hyper-manager that a chewing gum committing unspeakable in a splash of mouth (for the record, you have a serious problem, with people who chew loudly in public ... but also in private).
The Frecciarossa arrived in Florence, Pepo has come to pick you and you have embraced that almost crying, like an old aunt's country, proud and puffed up with pride.
A small rations have arrived in the Mid Melinda, the RAF and his man, Peppone and others from the deep south. On Saturday you ripasseggiato for the city, finding it increasingly infested with tourists, more and more beautiful, with a fierce desire to shop and the inability to satisfy this desire for you, precisely, they spend money just to buy weekly dose of high-speed train or taxi.
Started off from the dome, you always took 8 in art history when she spoke about what it is that Brunelleschi had invented the dome, you're down because of Calzaioli, up to Piazza della Signoria, which is your favorite, which always makes you think of that award, that of the first literary competition which were attending in the hall of the 500 thousand years ago. And then down to the Uffizi, where a lot of mimes inspired your own story and then up to the Lungarno Ponte Vecchio, to get in front of Palazzo Pitti and sit there, as Pepo says: "To sit here like Marlene, if had not understood. " More than anything else: "Sit down," Marlene like this, one might say in facebookkese.
While you were there, sitting, Peppone recently entered in the register of professional engineers and virgin Paturnie narrated his earlier work, throwing in statements like: "So I could stay with their qualifications and not to the university ".
Eh. You could not not to tell him that if he read your blog with constancy and commitment, would have been more prepared for this unfortunate fate.
You've embraced, while others think wise counsel on the quality of life in general, were delivered to the track 1, from other stakeholders.
Then you come home, have dinner out because, apparently, some men are completely unable to visit Florence without eating Florentine 3 kg of raw, bleeding and pawing at his head. And in the evening, the graduation party at a farmhouse in the Florentine hills.
old friends, so many familiar faces and many new faces. People emerged from approximate and rediscovered old memories. And then the famous "mischione" worthy of the best 15 year olds.
Vodka Lemon, cuba libre, long island, rum and pear, rum and orange because the pear will, sooner or later, as it revels in all respects and to some extent one has to reinventarseli cicchetti ...
From there, confused images, pieces of party lost the next day and emerges from the stories of others and photographs, the RAF that proposes another shot, one more, before disappearing into oblivion regurgitation alcohol and collapse in machine. The army of ultra-twenties begins to lose the first recruits, while Dr. Pepo falls from the table on which dances in his underwear.
Pepo pacifier was lost, as you saw it a few times. It was beautiful. He had grown up. We would often, lately, of looking and thinking "has become a little man." And now, as if it were not enough of the gym, healthy living, good-bye to nicotine and pierced eyebrow, and he also graduated in Medicine. Think of thanks and think of his thesis that, as written by him, you worship a thousand reasons, and this only makes your relationship. A kind of unconditional bond that needs no explanation. Sometimes you're afraid that the loose life, this bond. Then you look at it and think that perhaps yes, in part, perhaps. But no. Do you think in those thanks for Gaia and for you, in that "for years stimulate my intelligence with them, "there is everything that has to be.
The army of ultra-twenties and you lose more and more recruits, which in the old version we do not sponge saw a while ago, you were happy that ever.
Without sitting down, without stopping, dancing, flickering between a chat, a hug to Peppone, a daring snog with the goal of Melinda, a toast with Ciccio, a "take me to pee?" that the thrill reverses the original state even women the most advanced and here you and Gaia in the bathroom to laugh, laugh to death, curled up in an unlikely position that makes you think every time, "Judah, I want to be reborn male (Lean and gifted )"...
And the feeling, beautiful, soothing, exhilarating, to be in your life including your friends to remember who you are.
boh Then, it will be that you are scorpion, and, apart from being the most erotic zodiac sign, jealous and possessive, the scorpion to be reluctant to change, so much in need of rationalization ...
you shared Frecciarossa Sunday, of course, wondering if by chance in alcohol is not the peace of mind while you turned your head again ...
arrived in Milan, you've waited your taxi, surrounded by fog and thinking nausebondo that another winter is surely come.
Then came the taxi, your abstinence as a means of convenient transportation has at last ceased, and after 17 €, you came home.
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