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Chronicles August

I want to write a song about him. This is the thinking that has accompanied me since yesterday afternoon while walking in front of closed shops and bars empty under the hot sun of August. I've thought long and sweating riding her bike home: no sterile metaphors or cliches, no choruses jerks Italian style love song. Down with Laura Pausini! Gigi D'Alessio Down! Perhaps sufficient description of that horrible picture ... I was thinking today on the train while listening to Kurt, but as far as looking for words, those are not great and I have no ideas: I would describe his attitudes marginalized? To say that there could be rude and shit? Or just write about how he brought a cigarette to his lips after another? The shrill ringing of the phone interrupts my idle thoughts, so as not to call mental saws ...

Laura asks me to leave tomorrow, to do what? Continue to repeat what we do not want to be in this provincial town?

Now I'm here in front of tobacco shop waiting for her, Laura, who buys another pack of Camels and charge the phone again, so tomorrow will have more money, again. Yawn leaning against the railing next to the green house tobacco. In the garden there is a cat that stares at me with two huge yellow eyes. I wish I could ask if you do not get bored too, but he turns away, then I would certainly understand. The old men playing card games on the plastic table in front of the bar, but they go away soon, one after the other, tired from the summer heat. Laura finally comes out and immediately slips a cigarette in his mouth. I propose to go to the supermarket because there is air conditioning, then wonder why he insisted on going out at this impossible, it is three. He replied that after repetition, that sucks! The school not only lasts nine months, but broke even in summer. Again soon. I begin to complain, but Laura interrupts me: tell me not to think about and run to the supermarket because it's too hot.

We're almost all evening, even Matt is back from holiday in Puglia with his parents, but soon has to start again, all around the usual piece of lawn full of beer bottles. I'm sitting on the trunk of a tree and I'm staring, for now they are half full (or half empty?), but will end soon, especially with the help of the usual Daniel. Now it's right here beside me with the bottle in his hand, is already forming the stupid smile on his face. Anna and the other talking, laughing, but I can not follow the talk, but for now I'm a bit 'by looking at the sky darkens around us more and more. Here comes Cathy with a guitar and immediately angry with others because the beer is almost over, then comes close to me, sits down, drinks a bit 'then to me: "Why so sad and brooding?" I look bad, but she insists with stupid questions like: You're not still thinking about that guy? Yes and so what? What the fuck do you care! I can not wait that shuts reattached to the bottle and begins to play his songs pitiful. Sometimes I hate her so much, as now wants to make us feel that the songs she makes up with that guitar out of tune and then the other the compliments because they are half drunk. I do pass the last bottle too, but I drank too little to not feel the ribs of this here. I sigh and I start playing with the caps on the ground.

I'm for the photos, carefully avoiding the ones where he is, put them in the bottom of any other, but then I look the same. That face an idiot. Meanwhile, I continue to eat cereal in cold milk, which, as they are old and limp, they formed a pimp of a color indecipherable. After breakfast I put the sourdough of photos and turn on the TV: Wow, there's Beverly Hills! Now I can say that my depression has reached the pathological state ... I turn off without even looking at other channels, that sucks! A little further down the table there is a math book that my mother would like to brush up, I do not want to do anything, let alone to study! I remember that I want to write that song, but again I have no ideas, the only things that are safe are those who do not want to write: I miss you, because you're not here and shit like ... I hope now he is enjoying what's left of summer and it strafreghi me, at least it would be smart.

This afternoon is a bit 'better off, there's the wind that helps you breathe. I'm riding her bike home from Tom, I have to give back his dvd, it had lent me, but then he left me. Almost in front of my house Simone cross walking with his head down, I greet him, there will be years that we speak, so we were once friends but now we see more and only briefly, once every blue moon. It starts to rain. Continues to be hot and the smell of wet asphalt road, which sucks! I put away the bike in an alley and I head home Tom, on the sidewalk across the street there is sheltering a girl who runs with a book on his head. Sound the bell, but no one answers, Tom is not home. Strange, I was told to move at this time. I took water at all, well.

Here we are again with another night of this, Matt has already left, he and the cans of Guinness every so often wore, on the other hand there is also Simon tonight: we have resumed the relationship, even if it is no longer what once considered my brother, that is always the same, but ... I do not know if I was right to let him know all these jerks. Today it was my turn to bring to drink, everybody knows that I buy the beer stronger, so now they are all happy. Except Tom fixing the full bottle in his hand, I have already started the second and not being sure if what I think and I think I say enough or too. Tom does not drink, how? For once there is good beer, I brought myself? I am a little 'shine. Although I do not like losing my mind, tonight I made an exception to the rule. And that? That face depressed? Tom Why do not you drink? What have you? This I know because I've also spoken to me Tom replies, with the most obvious answer: nothing, nothing ... I hate it when people tell me "nothing" is always a lie. I support the bottle on the ground, just fuck me, Daniel, and who cares. I remember the other day when Tom was not home and I was soaked with rain at all. "Tom, the other day because you were not at home? When it rained you know, I bring you the DVD. "" I was at Sonia. "Well, now I understand! I'm out, but not that much. I do not want the nosy like Cate, so I shut up and leave him to his meditations.
and quarter past midnight and Laura arrives with Sonia, how strange: Sonia never comes, the boxes are on most of the boys, and Laura is always with his boy. What the hell are they here?

Daniel is already drunk two or three are a bit 'rimbecilliti like me, Sarah, who always remains lucid enough, ask the two: "What are you doing here among all these drunken girls?" Sonia, annoyed, took Tom by the arm and drags him away, I suppose to talk in private. Eh, the affairs of the heart! So Laura is left alone to get by with drunkards. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and is passed a bottle. I ask where is her love, she puffs smoke and dried answers: "On holiday with his" Oh, sorry, who are nosy! I turn and I start to observe the black silhouettes of Sonia and Tom in the shadows of the park, they argue, then Sonia snatch the bottle from the hands of Tom and if the school whole. What strength! Miss l'ho-ce-only-I with its stiletto heels and her tight rags who drinks like a fish! That's great, now maybe we will run away and start fighting the fight! I ask Laura to information that is being presented to those who still do not know, "Lau, the Sonia holds the alcohol?" "Dunno, never drinks, I think it sober." Then it will be fun! As soon as this thought crosses my mind already half asleep, I realize I'm wrong: the two, it seems, have made peace and were locked in a passionate snog, and I was hoping that the dispute ... Suddenly, between giggles, Simon cries out: "The little show porn is included in the evening?" Well, lawful demand, the strange thing is that Sonia, instead of laugh about it, comes out with a "Fuck you asshole?" The beer begins to take effect! Sonia comes dangerously close to Simon, who is more insane than I thought. "Come, little doll do not take it! I'll give you a bit 'of beer too, so the little show we put on you and me, right? "Well, now you also angry Tom (how dare you!), Only that he is sober and with a fist stretching definitely Simone , already half drunk and half unconscious. Silence falls on the group, I had my fight, I can not complain. The more drunk they begin to do the stupidest thing: they go on the run, prima tra tutti Sonia con Tom, tirato di nuovo via per il braccio, più sconvolto per quello che ha fatto che arrabbiato, poi Daniele, Laura, Anna, Caterina, Sara e tutta la compagnia di cretini ubriachi. Alla fine rimaniamo solo io, troppo stanca per correre, Daniele che dorme per terra, Andrea, la chitarra abbandonata dalla Cate e le bottiglie vuote. Che cavolo corrono a fare, tanto non c’è nessuno! Guardo Andrea che mi sorride, sta pensando anche lui le stesse cose, non è per niente sbronzo: bravo ragazzo. Si offre di riportare Simone a casa, lo accompagno, così posso buttare le bottiglie nel cassonetto per la raccolta differenziata. Per tornare a casa devo riattraversare il parco, prendo la chitarra della Cate mentre passo and can not resist the temptation to stop and strum something: Polly wants a cracker ... Think I should get off of her first ... I think She Wants Some Water ...

may never write a song about him, maybe I did not even thought about it seriously. I look at the black sky full of stars, better go home before the parents get upset.