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A couple of nights ago, 'after dinner, ring the doorbell and Mariposa she had gone to open after a while' and I'm back ' - Get out there that your friend's insane!

Mom looks at me with a quizzical expression, spalluce I do and say - I think it Karrabusu ... er, that is, Peppe ... in short, the son of Zia Arremunda me '.

Esco and it is he, that the other side the way she smiles and raises a wink 6 pack of beer (in literature and film packs of beer are always 6).
Resigned I motioned to follow him in the garden behind the house and away from the prying eyes of Mom and Mariposa.
there are two jumps and is already next to me that vibrates vigorous pats on the back to show his affection but seriously endangering my lungs damaged by cigarettes. He smiles happily as a child slips into the tire while I was using as a swing when I was little that remained nostalgically still hanging from a branch of the large garden of olive trees.
He gives me a can of beer and it also opens I wait for a while if you start to talk.
Why so much I know, I know him well, we saw little during the summer and now is dying to tell me about his exploits. Yes, there are often messages but not the same thing. The stories there are decorated with bows in a text message, and decorated with bows as Karra is a true master.

So willingly I undergo the rite as much as possible and trying to take the air adsorbed interested me stories of his summer adventures.
lingers between disco nights, night swimming and booze during the day, passionate embraces seasonal and sometimes, I suspect, with seasons, until he reaches the last beer I am on my fourth cigarette.

Finite looks at me with his stories and shoots to question - what about you? As Thou hast done?
answer - as usual. Bored and trying to ward off depression.
And he - I made a stroll on B. Net and I saw that you're not writing for a long ...
And I - It 's true. You know lately I have been running a bit 'my balls. I am continually taken by the temptation to send them all to fuck off, one day and no one with 'anonymity is history ... I want to take from exhaustion!

Ride. Hunting is a belch so powerful that the protests in the neighborhood and everything - Sas barras ! by Mariposa which is able to hear even on TV in The Merchant Fair monopolize all his attention.
I look up to heaven in despair, resigned himself to another fight with my sister who definitely will hang up with - No 'fezzes Prus bintrare cussu procu in Dommo nosta !

The ruttatore instead, as usual, curled up with one hand the last can of beer, empty now and hangs up - I saw that your topic has reached over 10,000 visits to the Forum. It must be a kind of a record! In my opinion you should celebrate in some way ...
distracted with the reference - I am a little 'exhaust. As it says Vasco "I want to stay off ... I have the impression that all expect too much from me. Everyone wants something and no one cares about what I want. Lately I have then little incentive ...

My interlocutor ruttaiolo thoughtfully scratching the thick curly hair and then proceeds to do the same with her buttocks, which I suspect are just as hairy, before breaking out almost as struck on the road to Damascus - Take a ride on feissbuch! I saw a discussion on the bulletin Pol perhaps you might like ... I have dumped because it was too long and not realizing there was nothing left!

Before she can answer I hear the sound of a song where a woman's voice pleading in English a Alejandro not this go away. As I turn to the right and left to identify the origin see Karra with their cell phone in hand and I realize that that's where the music originates.
He meanwhile presses a button and the music stops. I see something that reads on the screen and smiles. A message! That was fucking music should sound message to the cell Karra!
- Bezz'e figada ringtone, ah? E 'in Gaga, I gave it a Venetian girl. Bologna.
This is too much! I can not resist - Pass the fucking ring ... but do not even know the geography! Bologna is part of Veneto ignorant!
- Veneto Veneto c'aveva or a large ass ... sin that has already broken down. Okay, 'I gotta go now anyway. Sgarro sent me a message waiting for me in the streets to make a quick trip to the Great Tower. He says there is a diggei that puts music in tittas in campu !

I do not have time to ask who the fuck is Sgarro that is already part of a great career and waving one of his huge hands is almost out of my sight.
remain there, like a jerk to set the pile of crushed cans that are the only trace of his having been there. To avoid the worst trouble I pick up and cast into the container, taking care not to make noise in order to avoid Mariposa ire of now does not expect more than an excuse to make me pay.
I open the garage door and by not even turn on the light. While the pool with their hands through the bike seat that I know is near the stairs leading up into the house and through touch that sign can not stumble on the steps.

Once at home I shut myself away in my room from the living room while there's the muffled sounds of television, tuned to some program for dementia.
breathed a sigh of relief to be able to pass safely to the guard post and turn the home PC.
load a playlist with the best Caparezza to rinse your ears and mind the horrible memory of ringtone karriana, after which I go on to read feissbuch as reported by my friend.

all begins with an exterior of Pol about his intention to run for mayor and those who discouraged.
I go on reading for a quarter of an hour, because it is true that long.
Apart from those who speak of himself and said part of his uninteresting life was not even the Mahatma Gandhi, he ran into a couple of fights letters.
One of eighteen with a name and an anonymous if they say that the most seasoned of all colors, both notched cheerfully from the explanations that good manners to gloss eighteen of which, thanks to his youth and a lot of time in front of you, send ideally fuck yourself and the environment of the type of shit Bonarcanto because both finished high school will go to college.
Godo like a hedgehog for the audacity of youth, yet I am sorry for those hopefuls and has the right to choose their future, but that these moonlight, more governments that are destroying the democratic welfare state, if it is already very manage to enter university and if they are lucky, once graduates work in a call center.

But the best fight is between two names. Two that are known and that almost everyone knows. Arrivano al punto che il titolare della bacheca in cui si accapigliano cancella la maggior parte dei loro post.

E su quella rissa mi viene il flash!

Dico... si stanno scannando perché si conoscono! Ognuno cerca i punti deboli nella vita reale dell'altro. Non si accapigliano per questioni ideologiche che prescindono dall'identità personale, non discutono sul diverso modo di vedere le cose, non apportano alla discussione niente di costruttivo anzi ne sono ormai totalmente fuori!
Sono come due pugili che arrivati all'ultimo round ormai sfiniti, lasciati da parte tecnica e stile cercano di vincere il match ricorrendo ai colpi bassi.

Ecco, I'm sure that if the two had begun their discussion behind a nickname, you would encounter on issues and ideas, but perhaps equally insulting without seeking insights into the personal life of each.

quest'illuminazione satisfied to have had that for my poor stomach has the effect of Malox, I give myself the last cigarette while looking out the window and inhale my cancerous Marlboro voluptuously soft face head at the sound of a car coming from the street.
Two seconds later I speed past driving a convertible with a rat-faced and next Karra that kicks in my direction. I look interdict the taillights of the car disappear around a bend While completing my butt and launch with a perfect curve in the road.

looked up at the starry sky and I think that after all it was not a wasted evening. I realized the importance of the use of nicknames but above all ... I saw who the fuck is Sgarro!

Waka Waka, Cumpa '!

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According dialogue between Grigula and s'Iscorza Arbeghes de Norbello.

finished writing the last words and reads while lifting the index finger on the ENTER key, ready with that gesture to send a piece of his mind through the web and share it with those from a little 'time to read this part as his alter ego Grigula public on Forum or on the Blog.
The index is still deducted from hearing that grabs a snippet of a song from the music player "... And I my contempt me I keep it inside the manure pit is filled already publicly, but those allegations pure I can happily kiss these cheeks! ... "
metabolizes those words. Think of the league and how many things that he, bonarcantese affazolato, do justice to mouse clicks and keyboard, and responds in kind at once avenge wrongs and abuses of power, would cater to those who suffer in silence in this world today without contemporary heroes.

index trembles and shrinks in close hand into a fist. It should not be 'good, does not go' at all well. The brawl on the street 'to vent anger and reduce causes but not defeated or solve the troubles.
law, however, know that he who wants that. He wants to see and feel the blood flowing like other times in the past and with less noble opponents. He wants revenge. He wants the powerful on his knees, beaten, humiliated.
Old Grigula would probably have gladly surrendered to the thrill of pleasure-digital battlefield, adrenaline spernacchiare issued by the powerful or overwhelming as the presuppositional but today, something slows the momentum of the warrior affazolato.

He gets up from his chair, staring at the screen that flashes pc the paragraph mark after the dot. Once the head and turns away thoughtfully to the small desk that is in his room since he was a child. A desk leaning against a wall which protrude from the shelves where they are in aline old LPs, CDs, play station games, books. In the other, one above the games of his childhood by his mother who placed still refuses to accept that his age is not caused by his son, but by the time he is grown, often said to be honest but maybe not with women It never is.
The desk has a single central drawer that has long lost the handles, Grigula replaced them with two small knobs that screw tempo erano stati i piedini di un comodino che sua nonna aveva gettato via. Erano di un colore diverso ma non importava, anzi quando la stanza era in penombra spiccavano dal cassetto e ne facilitavano l'apertura, come in quel momento della giornata in cui il sole si avviava al tramonto e la piccola finestra faceva passare solo un debole sentore di luce.
Come tutti quelli che erano borderliners con la depressione, Grigula non amava la luce forte del sole che sembrava sempre urlarti nel cervello il richiamo alla vita. Preferiva la penombra che trovava più rassicurante e meno spietata.

Tira a se i due pomelli e apre il cassetto della scrivania. Dentro si intravvedono poche cose, un astuccio di un compasso, una scatola tin full of marbles, an envelope with the notes of the old lire, a crank flashlight, a cardboard box with a floppy disk and a soft faux suede that seemed to wrap a long and heavy object.
Grigula extracts the bundle and takes it to the window after you close the drawer. Rests the cloth over the window sill and it all unfolds. Above it there is an enormous knife blade with a long shiny. Grabs him and laid him on the ground, after which a yellow highlighter trace a circle on the floor tile that contains it, take off the shelf from one of the albums on vinyl and glossy black cover with a drawing of a pyramid and a rainbow of stylized , it gazes for a moment as mentally repeating a mantra - The Dark Side Of The Moon, and simultaneously take place inside the circle and sits cross-legged in front of the knife.
After a few minutes the young man in that position, he gets up in the room is a swirl of smoke and spreads a smell like rotten eggs. Immediately after preceded by the sound of a fart ring, is' an appearance of the mighty Iscorza Arbeghes Norbello be in the form of a fiery eyes, a leonine head of hair, strength, taurine and goat feet. Dressed only in skins of sheep, Tower team around the room with a wry look until it finds Grigula watching him sitting on the ground and turns to him, grinning:

- Grigule ', my beloved. For what I convocasti there?
- Mighty Iscorza, my Fate Godfather. Why you express yourself with those words?
- I'm sick of spending more for the usual Sardinian ignorant, so I gave the reading and study so that my supernatural was more accessible to all and not ghettoized in the usual clichés of Sardinian Shepherd, seize and iscorza arbeghes. I must say that this new dress I like it very much, do not you think I gain?
- Glad you ... I still have I mentioned that I need your inspiration and your comfort.
- Raju ! Oops ... pardon the term in the vernacular habits die hard! I meant ... acciderba! What could be happening that was the item 'is a serious disturbance in your soul?
- O my guardian angel, some time ago you gave me an assignment. To monitor, encourage and groom's people Bonarcanto so that the social barbarism cultural and not take over. Ensure that the people biddamiracolese was free from the shackles that hold it captive to backwardness and went into a new era of wellness and awareness.
Well, I have applied with dedication to the task. I fought and brigades, I tried to move the consciences and intellects, I have proposed other ways, I pointed out flaws and bad fashion, but my efforts were in vain. No one understood my reasons and now I'm tired ...

S'Iscorza Arbeghes hearing the lamentations of his favorite breaks into a coarse laugh that makes the issue a couple of involuntary farts noisy as bombs. Down Chief Grigula be up to the face and whispers with a wink:

- But what do you thought? That everything would be easy? All smoothly without any difficulty? The task is difficult and requires perseverance and pure heart. You have these qualities and why I've chosen as a child, I waited for your maturity to entrust this task saving!
- mighty Iscorza But, I am charged to fill my mouth with beautiful words while criticizing everyone and everything because I consider myself better than others! I use anonymous because I am a coward!
- let say, my beloved. Do not fall into the trap of those who have no arguments with the challenge and try to make you go through what you are not. Who is pure of heart is not afraid of their actions, and rejects the strong challenge of being on the side of truth and justice. Proceed with your mission, therefore, anyone who wants to deal with you without prejudice and for the good of the community well and will be worthy of your respect. For the other is the initial reference to the fact the big ass Liga!

pronunciatosi And so you, the supernatural being in smoke and disappears, leaving the good farts Grigula surprised and thoughtful.
The moment did not last long, however, the young man gets up and picks up objects used in its ritual, it should be 'to the PC and runs the play list until you find the item you are looking for. It starts with a double click and listen while they mentally humming a verse " We are those that people like you are never pay to drink, because we are the ones that it is better if you know with people like you are always the same .. . .

Do you think in the end anyway Liga knows a lot, then turn the keyboard and with a strange smile on his lips crushing ENTER.