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"Hey Guido!"
"Hey Frank!" Guido said, putting his jacket on a hanger. "What news?". Guido was a chef, owner and manager of a restaurant. Every morning he went to a club, where they were all chefs in view of the city.
"Well ... nothing special .. you? "
" No "
" Indeed yes! Yesterday came a critic? "
" A critic? "
" Yes, a critic! Obviously it was camouflaged, but it was clear who he was! "
rose from a chair to another, it was Easter, he went to the wall of the room, on it there hung a map rolled up. He pulled a cord and this is unrolled, it was a map of the city and were marked with red dots of almost all the restaurants of the circle. Pasquale took the red pen and marked the restaurant Guido.
'A bit of attention please, "said Pasquale in tone solemn. All gathered round "Yesterday, the critic has been sighted in this area, with this we are at twelve hours," short pause "as you can see the critical path is following a specific, very complex, try to lead us astray by jumping from one side of the city but still follows a logical pattern "
" And what would be his next target, "asked a skinny-looking intellectual type.
"Well, if it follows this pattern, the next you'll be," said lead indicators, which jumped.
"Me?" Said stunned "you better put me in efforts to find something special to offer him! When should it arrive? "
" today! "
" What! I thought I had more time! Hello guys I have to go to think, "ran on the fly, taking his coat and slammed the door behind him. When Guido was to think or reflect on anything, he used to take refuge in her kitchen: they knew it was a sort of den, where he could be alone with himself, we always went there and remained closed for hours. He liked especially when there was nobody who could disturb.
arrived at the restaurant, opened the door and went into the kitchen, the lights were all gone because the restaurant was closed, the lamp. The kitchen was empty, clean and tidy. Nothing was out of place, not a spot of sauce on the counter, not a jar out of place: his kitchen was there, waiting only to be used. Guido was a few minutes to observe bewitched her favorite dishes, then took her apron, her favorite hat, worn but still very white. He took a chair, put it in front of the pantry, opened it and sat down to observe what he had at his disposal. Guido loved to take all the food and ingredients, or rather the representatives of them, given that stocks had a special room, which had a provision in a huge closet, as big as the entire wall. When she had to think or invent some new recipe, sitting on a chair, watching and thinking of possible combinations, then performed.
'I gotta find a new recipe' thought 'I need a new recipe! If I want to make a good impression, I need something new! Unique! 'Guido waiting for years for the arrival of a critic of "high caliber" had thought for years to find a recipe to submit to and receiving. He kept it in safe
but used it when he got a critic who had to be very important, proved just a citizen who wrote in a newspaper that nobody followed him. He had wasted his recipe and it was very bad. He did not think any more of that kind, from that day, but now, fifteen years later, he had another chance, by items that were reached, what was a critical
would come very important. "We just hope that time is really important," he thought.
There was dead silence in the kitchen, Guido did not move a muscle, only the eyes were moving, fast and careful, ran over and over again from right to left, left to right, top to bottom and from bottom above. The minutes passed slowly, and the ticking of the clock rang throughout the room.
stood still for about an hour, until he saw a tomato telling him to hurry up and decide to try to combine it with a little 'eggplant, cabbage and robiola, a paste for seasoning. Jumped with fear, can not believe that a tomato has spoken to him, he approached it, looked at it carefully. 'Nothing' thought 'is just a figment of my imagination,
better not stay here any longer, I'll try to listen to what he told me'.
So he did. He prepared a bit 'of pasta, condiments such as tomato el'assaggiò had suggested. "We did not, it is not original enough," he said. He spent another hour trying different combinations: prepared a dozen dishes including first and second courses, but could not find a dish that satisfied him completely.
He sat on the chair. He got up immediately and began to pace nervously in the kitchen. 'Dirty!' you said 'I can not have a kitchen like that!'. He cleaned the kitchen until it shine. Began to walk nervously. At one point the door opened. Guido made a terrible fright.
"Good morning sir," said a young man entering the kitchen. It was Horace, the garbage boy.
"Hello Horace, you made me take a shot, not expecting you"
"Am I early? It is time to open? "
Guido looked at the clock, stared 'curse!' thought 'already noon! You better give me a move if I want make my leap tonight! '. "The leap in quality," was how he said, had waited years to make his leap, to make his restaurant
a great restaurant, high class, where it was necessary to book the first day, where we were going to eat only at night and where the food was good, a restaurant that appeared in all the best food guides. This dream and this is expected from his "breakthrough." His was a good restaurant, popular with many customers every day and good earnings, but what he had dreamed of a fancy restaurant, stratospheric prices and narrow the customer, wanted the best restaurant the city's gains were not as interested in that, as a good name and a great fama.Si was enchanted to think. "Sir?" Horace said quizzically, "Sir? Are in advance? "Shook the spalla.Guido a slightly startled" Um ... um ... yes yes you are right! to wait for a few maids and then we open. " Camera sitting staring at the empty chair.
Orazio said something, but Guido did not have ears to him, was totally immersed in his thoughts. Horace was repeated, "Sir? It feels good, it seems very thoughtful, has something happened? "
" Eh? N-no no, Horace calm, nothing happened, go get um to put on your apron and go to the local level, meanwhile, comes the rest of the staff. " Guido was uncomfortable in his chair, continued to move, got up, took a walk looking at the floor, then sat back down and continued so for a few minutes.
It was increasingly difficult to concentrate, too many thoughts crowded my head, thinking more about the consequences of the visit rather than the recipe
'I have to find a recipe! I need to concentrate! ' they said, 'If I can not find a recipe ... if I find a recipe is finished! I have to find it, because if not found will be ridiculed, humiliated, I shall never forget all the dreams of glory ' this thought, and nothing else. At one point
looked up, rising from his thoughts. In the kitchen there were six or seven people who were going back and forth, some with the apron, with other blacks pants and white shirt. Horace saw that it was rather bewildered.
"Lord, you feel good?"
"How long has it been?"
"Lord, what are you saying?"
"Nothing I need to relax a bit 'nerves, I'm going to make me walk, so here you know to handle once there am I "So saying, he took off his apron, hat, took his jacket and went out. It was a spring day, there was a bright sun that warmed, yet
a cool breeze. The weather was very pleasant. Guido's restaurant was in a tree along the river that ran through the city. He walked along the sidewalk overlooking the River. There were some seagulls perched on the bridges. Guido walked, looking at the ground, sometimes along a bridge to change banks. He could not think of anything other than the critic but he was not think of any recipe. At one point she sat on a bench to watch the river, he was perched in front of a seagull, he was even planning to cook it, then got up and went on.
After about two and a half hours Guido returned to the restaurant, the tables were already set for the evening. Guido was a bit 'anxiety, he felt the pressure up thinking it was a few hours. It was three past, the kitchen had just finished cleaning and were almost all gone. Horace was still there with the apron on him:
"Hello sir! Do you feel better? "
" Hi guys ... well ... I can not think ... "
Guido took off his jacket put on his apron and hat and sat on the chair in front of the cabinet. A few minutes later that Guido was sitting in front of the cabinet, Horatio cleared his throat. Guido gasped "What? Why are you still here? "
" What? Do not you remember? He told me he would teach me to cook one afternoon a week, are already two months ago that "
" Oh but of course, I'd forgotten, well, today we will have something more special, instead of cooking recipes that already exist, we will try to invent a recipe right? "
" Okay! "
Guido you print a big smile on his face, hoping the boy would help him if more focus on a new recipe. "Sir? Can I ask you something? "Said Horace," What's the bother? It is usually not so thoughtful, something happened? "
" Well you see ... in effect, will be here tonight for dinner a culinary critic, and I'm not sure what to prepare ... "
" Do not click on the Help menu "
" Yes, but if they take the specialty the house ... "
" I see, "Horace was beginning to feel emotion, smiled when Guido asked his help, he was a great victory, but in fact Guido, Orazio was just to concentrate on the recipe.
"Well begin!" Guido rubbed his hands "First, we start from an ingredient and draw near to what is more befitting." I chose two different ingredients of the closet, they approached in different ways, a lot of cooked dishes, but most often ended up creating dishes that already exist, and the rest of the cases the recipes is not very convincing chef.
The sun began to fall and the light was already a bit 'pink; Guido began agitated, a little also Horace. The two continued to churn and to taste dishes, so that had the bulging belly and continuing to switch from meat, vegetables, fish, do not distinguish the more delicate flavors.
"You just can not do it to taste more dishes," said Guido desperate "It 's useless! We were unable to produce anything worthy of note, goodbye dreams of glory! "
" No sir, do not say that! Possible that there is no dish that we serve? "
" Yes indeed there would be a. This morning I found a good sauce for pasta, also that according to what we did, I did not mind ... "
" The one with thyme and tomato? "
" that is, we must insert in the menu, you have a better writing? "
" It is enough "
" Ok then write: Menu specialties of the house, put the names of the dishes, side dishes ... cov er and roasted potatoes and dessert you choose it. "
" Okay, "Guido
became more and more nervous every minute that passed. He could not stand still, the tension was sky high. "Where the hell happened to all? There are only twenty minutes to open and I want everything to be perfect "
" Do not worry they will reach "
In five minutes, the staff was all gathered and guided him to speak. "So, tonight, is a very important event, it is the reputation of the local will be a food critic!"
A waiter said, "And how do you know? It should not come in disguise? "
" Yes of course, but I received a tip-off, was spotted in various restaurants, follows a very precise date will be here! "
" How did they know it was a critic? "
"secret, there are a lot of clues that make it clear whether or not one is a critic. However .. I was saying, is a critic, so be perfect, I recommend we can not afford the slightest mistake and now Come on! Open the local and let work, Horace have written the menu in the house? "
" We've just finished "
Guido went to the kitchen, but stood at the door to observe the porthole. Customers came quite numerous as usual, the tables were occupied floor plan, Guido was the fear that the criticisms are all busy. Until then, no one matching the description he had heard in the morning at the club. It was nearly nine and no one seemed that the critic had entered the room. Guido demoralized lot. He thought that the story of the critic was all a lie, so he lost all hope, was about to cry. Turned away from his position when he saw a guy go: up about one and seventy, in his fifties, not much fat, air, completely expressionless, and with lots of other features that matched the description that had been made. A smile is printed on the face, the power suddenly came back very high and Guido suddenly stirred. A waiter came to welcome the new customer, accompanied him to the table and handed him the menu. The gentleman opened it, looked at the menu, it seemed that the study took a notebook and wrote a brief note: there was no doubt, was the critic! He called the waiter and ordered something. As soon as the waiter entered the kitchen, swept the Guido is him! It's him! I'm sure! What did you get? Give me! "And snatched the paper with the order" I knew it! The menu of the house! I do it to him! "He flung himself to take the ingredients, put the dough on the fire and prepared the sauce, the dish was ready in record time, tasted the 'perfect!' he thought. He gave the waiter and went to see the porthole, 'must be a magician in poker!' guido thought looking at his face completely expressionless. After the first bite, the critic noted something to transpire without the slightest expression. The same scene was repeated with the second and dessert. At the end of the meal, the critic asked a digester. Guido is changed, put a clean apron, took a glass, poured a bitter, put the glass on a small silver tray and brought it personally to the critic. Just joined him put the tray in front of him and said no creeks, "How was dinner, sir?"

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The Maxxi teeming with strange beings, that would have seemed the Clones had it not been that everyone could find new combinations and unwatchable. It seemed to be inside a box of markers and there was also a lot of noise. The typical house music that he hated James so much, now ringing loud in his ears. Patrick walked safe and expeditious in the crowd, while James was behind the effort. They arrived at the bar and ordered two vodka-red bull, Patrick said: "So we have some fun '! Come on! "The drain in minutes. James immediately felt that alcohol was the brain, while Patrick did not seem to have drunk nothing, and the core could not help but start to complain:
"Damn, that sucks that you made me drink is making me dizzy ! And this thing you call music does not help me at all! "To make himself understood he had to scream in the ear of Patrick.
"From bad luck, do not be a sissy and have fun! Come that I present some of my friends! "
" Oh no ...". James, the girls had always been clumsy, but was dragged to a small group of very pretty girl, who looked at him as he approached whispering among themselves. The boy did not even dare look at them, while the Patrick hugged and kissed one behind the other, then moved to the presentation of carrot.
girls with mischievous smile, they said in chorus: "So much pleasure." The carrot had become purple.
Patrick realized the embarrassment of his friend and decided to try another tactic:
"Old man, go to dance on! They will all be at our feet, "she said, and dragged him to the center of the room. James tried in vain to scrollarselo off, then finding himself in the middle of the fray.
Patrick began to dance without restraint, while the people around began to create a sub-circle and James he was standing there. They started the screams of encouragement, as well, seeing that still would not have stood a chance, the core began to move thinking-damn him! When we leave here the pesto! - They went on to dance for good four minutes, until the end of the song. All of them were watching and when finished, a girl came up to the carrot, asking him to dance with her, but he did not have the strength to say "no, sorry .." and sneak away on a couch, where he was joined by a short ' friend.
"From the carrot! Back to dance! There is one girl who does nothing but look! "
" No, let's go, I've had enough of that! And I miss the oxygen ... "
" The usual girl .. okay ... now let's admit that you had fun though! "
" Never, never! "

The next day we meet again" So? "Patrick said," you liked this exchange? "
" Well ... well ... no ... but in a sense I came out rich, I still think you are all idiots ... and you dressed as clowns ... but to be honest I tecktonik dance like ... "The tone was pathetically of Jacopo seriously.
Patrick smiled, "you also I have discovered an aspect of a metalhead that I liked ... the music is not bad," there was a moment's pause, "what a nice couple that we do: dancing tecktonik a metalhead who listens to metal and Truzzi "

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At half past eleven in the morning Patrick's cell phone rang "Hello?" He said, rising from the bed sleepy.
"Hey!" Was James.
"Hey ... Hello James ... "had a voice that seemed to sleep had risen from a hibernation that lasted years.
"So, today?" There was a brief pause, Patrick was washing his face.
"Sorry?" The voice had become more alert, "Ah yes, today? Well a Truzzi not do much during the day, you can choose: either we go around to fuck, or do we go ... ah yes! "Had as lit" You could see ... ... you feel me now come to an apple, as my no are, I'll teach you a little 'dancing tecktonik, you do the facebook account and then you know that dress tonight you go hard! "
" Ah ... ok ... for now? " His tone sounded a bit 'confused.
"Come as well for the four"

At four in ten to James Patrick was already under house, rang the bell "Bortolon - Zordan," and went inside.
"Then," said Patrick "as the first thing you do ... well at least the comfortable clothes because it just can not do," opened a drawer and gave blacks of sweatpants and a gray shirt with short sleeves. James changed his "Yes, perfect ... well, too bad for the hair that just does not match anything, but maybe you do dye them ... so ... now we learn to do tecktonik okay?"
Jacopo was very embarrassed and gave only a "um" instead of "ok" or "good." The lesson began, Patrick began to house music blaring on his stereo, it was very monotonous, and began to teach the moves to his friend. The lesson went on for about an hour and a half, which changed only four songs, which seemed all the same to James. Despite his reluctance, the carrot made great progress learning a dozen moves, quite well. "Perfect! Oh old you're making great strides! Now you're ready to record! "
sorridette James:" Bon's next? "
" And now the old Facebook! Then you load the video for you tecktonik dance a "
James was unmoved, and in another situation immediately refused, but now began to take taste, he said he would think later. They created the Facebook account and settled for good, then Patrick looked at his watch: "Hmm we are ahead of schedule ... might as well join also on Netlog!" And so they did.
"Well, now that we have done everything we can begin to do a lot 'of photos to upload and heal a bit' look ..." I looked for good "... I have the thing for you ..." went to the bathroom and returned with a can of hairspray "... this is special! It is also glitter! "
" Yuck! "
" Fortunately you've just cut my hair! "
" Shit! "
" Come on, do your hair, to dress well ... and then ... DISCOOOO! "
It took about two hours to prepare and to choose the clothes. James put on a gel, then put on a shirt of blue smurf "Paul Frank" with the monkey half robot and half not, white pants, shoes and green phosphors. On the top put a very light pink vest, Patrick instead wore a shirt just like that red, and the monkey with the hockey player's helmet, pants green, purple and white shoes and a sweatshirt with the zipper open to see the face of the monkey, yellow highlighter. To crown their preposterous combinations, both wearing Carrera electric blue. After preparation, they did fifty photos, which all ended up in social-network in which the carrot was just writing.
"Well, where and especially now as we go," asked James.
"What a question! MAXXI "
" Away maxxi! It is full of Truzzi "
" You'll see that you have fun, my dad takes us, just come back, the bell rings and we go down "just fine
complete the sentence here is the sound of the bell. James felt a pang in my heart, but he resigned himself and his friend walked in wearing sunglasses, but took them off immediately because the black lenses did not see anything and ran into a column.
They climbed into the car, Patrick stood in front and put a CD of house music, his father died immediately rather irritated the radio and said, "Please! Already I get back from work and my son and I am a friend of his tanned like clowns! Is not even music! "
The journey continued in silence until they arrived in front of the club, went down and the father of Patrick said," will pick the one, ok? "
" Ok, hello dad "drove the car immediately . Patrick turned to James "So ... are you ready? Want to do a review of the moves? "
" No, no, come on, we enter. Before it ends, the better. "

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"Welà! Look who's here! The carrot, "said do not just come out of the car" How Carotone? "
Bella asshole! Well come on! Consuming pills of wisdom, how are you, Pete? "
" So you pull out, what does that mean expenditures pills of wisdom? "
" Meet Patrick: it was a Truzzi, but I am pointing the right way! "
" ESDP, indeed, "said Pete puzzled tone. Patrick watched well from head to foot: his shoes and his hair gave him certainly in the eye "Hmmm ... the hair you can not do anything, but the shoes I am the appropriate remedy."
He opened the trunk and took a backpack and pulled out a can from it and without any warning began to spray on a glossy black color marker of Kawasaki Patrick "Hey what the hell are you doing? But are you crazy? "Said immediately withdrawing his foot.
"Why? The best! "
" Fuck! "
" Okay, how do you .. "then turned to James" Come on! Help me to bring in the battery, "so the three began to move the battery Black Pete. After it is mounted James said: "So, when you play?"
"Well, this evening at about nine and a half, should now try to reach others and a bit ', you want to stay here?"
"Yes, we're here an hour ... and then bring him back here tonight at the Heineken "
Over the minute they arrived the other band members: vocalist, guitarist and bassist. James and Patrick were there watching the others for about an hour, then took the bikes and headed Heineken.
"We hope there are people less boring there .." said Patrick along.
"Why? Do not you were cute? Well anyway I hope so, but there must be fun! "
" It means that you've never been? "
" No, there are only passed by and I've always seen a lot of nice people, but now is the time good within us! "
" Wow! "Patrick said wryly.
"Yeah!" Jacopo never misses the irony. Once

Heineken saw a lot of movement: they were almost all of the chopper. They decided to park the bike in an alley because they could not compete at the comparison, after being suitably bound, entered the room. Inside, the music was deafening, the tools are not distinguishable, it notes, the score was composed especially by people who wore nail, some a bandana, but a lot of fat guys were super-tattooed: the kind of person against whom you would never find in a brawl.
took two beers and stayed seated at the counter to watch videos on television for about an hour, did not say a word almost because the music did not allow it. A some point, James, who still had not finished his beer, he was grabbed by her jacket and was dragged out of the local: it was Patrick, furious. As they were leaving a couple of fat guys behind shouted a few phrases from American B-movie about bikers like, "Be! Go! Do black "or" Force spaccagli ass bastard. " The Carotone struggling and began to curse and threaten his friend "Hey Molly! Molly, I ruin the nail! Look, if I'm not soft I'll kill you know! I send you to the hospital eh! "Patrick said nothing and continued to drag it to the jacket until he reached the alley where they had left their bicycles. The spring and fell to the carrot land. "Hey what the hell ..."
"Shut up! If I'm still crazy in there! There is a music that sucks, a lot of excess fat smelly and sweaty! The air was stifling! Let's go! "
" But I was enjoying the "
" Oh yeah? Do you enjoy a warm bloody stool sipping a bloody beer, for the record was pure crap, in such an environment? "Do not even wait for the response" Let's go the other sfigatoni to Santa, hoping that the situation is less tedious and stink less! Know that this experience by metalhead I is not like at all! "
" Ok ok, maybe go to the Heineken your first day, it is hazardous, it is clear that you're not used to it, you'll see is a holy night as you'll have fun! "
untie the bike, Patrick looked at his watch: seven twenty" What now? It is early to go there, we are ahead by one hour and forty minutes! "
" Quiet I thought of everything! I figured we'd come out dall'Heineken more or less at this time. Hehe! In my organization there is always something to do! "On this measure Patick looked very bad" ... uh yeah ... I know what to do ... how about something to eat? "
" is a bit 'but soon ... this is probably the best idea of \u200b\u200bthe day ... "
" Go, done, let's get a kebab! "
At eight o'clock a quarter had already finished eating kebab and were untying the bicycles. "So ..." said Patrick somewhat skeptical "... what do you suggest the 'Carotone organization' now?"
"Well ... here we go to Santa, there are tables football ... kill a little 'time until they start ..."
"Hmmm ... you can do ..." Once the Oratory of St. Andrew the carrot Patrick greeted and introduced to all its like, could not resist a challenge a couple of guys in football. They took three games in less than five minutes, lost all, the best result was a splendid 10 to 3.
"Um ... I'm not good at soccer" James apologized.
"Say it first seemed too difficult?" They spent the next hour to get beat by all those present, which increased as the minutes went by, until reaching the eighty people.
The losing streak was interrupted by a cry: "CIAOOO SANTAAAAAAAA! It's nice to see so many tonight, you're ready to pull down the walls? "
" SIIIIIIIII! "Was the reply. The band began to play and the public jumped thrilled. James and Patrick began just below the stage with some friends of the carrot. After two songs came a gentleman who stopped everything and told the band to turn down the volume, the singer took the microphone and said to the audience "You guys have asked us to turn down the volume ... and you know what we respond?" There was a brief pause Then the singer uttered a piercing scream that pierced the eardrums of everyone present. In the audience: "YEEEEH." The gentleman who had come to ask to be taken down the microphone "So guys, if not turn down the volume you send everyone home."
The volume was drastically lowered, all present took the chairs and sat down. For the rest of the night no one in the audience stood up and spoke to no one, Patrick did not mind too much that the music began to beat the ground with their feet and just nodded his head, but then looked around, no one dared to flinch , so she regained her composure. The evening ended at eleven and a half, James accompanied his friend on the way home and asked him
"So? As you seemed to do the metalhead? Pretty cool huh? "
" sucks! You're pathetic, it's my turn tomorrow. I'll teach you to do Truzzi! You'll have fun really. "
arrived in front of the house of the man, who smiled
"Until tomorrow, sfigatone. "

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The two agreed, the day after it fell to Patrick to make the metalhead. The two had arranged to meet the three in front of Park City. There was a burning sun, were the first of May and it was really hot that day. James arrived first with ten minutes early and sat in the stands, those the front door, the most affected by the sun, which will provide a nice way to see Diamonds, one of the busiest streets of Vicenza. He wore his black nail over a black hoodie from Iron Maiden, in turn, on top of a shirt of Opeth. He wore trousers and shoes strictly blacks: seemed to want to draw on all the heat if possible, his jacket was hot but despite this, no sweat, and also, although he used to wait for friends in the sun, remained as pale as a corpse.
With ten minutes late also appeared that Patrick arrived in secret as if he would be seen by anyone. She wore red pants and super-tight, a black shirt large enough to Metallica on a nail and covered with patches of various groups of which he had never heard of. I had no hair lacquer, but the streaked green and purple and fluorescent green shoes, suggesting that it was not usually dress like that.
"Wow," said the carrot "There is no comparison to what you were before! He looked like a clown! But now we almost ... "
" But now I look like a depressed clown! "Patrick interrupted.
"But no! Come on, come on! "
" Where? "
" Now you see! We're going to play Santa tonight that now they will be definitely trying! "
" Now?! But they will be sleeping! It's three o'clock in the afternoon! There is a sun that breaks the stones and a warm unimaginable! Who do you want to do something now? "
" strung, eh? "Said James provocative tone.
"With this heat makes me turn the balls' sti clothes! Come on come on, if I'm still here in the sun I cook at all! "
" Ok, ok. Calm down eh! "At this reply, the carrot gets a right arm, but even if expected, would not budge.
"Shit fire!" Patrick said as soon as his hand came in contact with his jacket "look, let's move before it makes you bloated like a boat!" Forking
The two bicycles and proceeded to the oratory of St. Andrew. After five minutes they arrived at their destination but the chapel was closed around it and not wandering soul, not even the birds were singing, "What a funny! There is no one! "Patrick said with an ironic tone, but obviously nervous.
"Yeah it's true! That's funny .. "said the Carotone who apparently had not grasped the irony. "Okay let's take a ride? The Heineken open for five and a half .. "
" No, we're there at the little park, "said Patrick very patiently.
"So to do anything until someone comes along?" The carrot was however, silenced by a look of ice by the friend Truzzi.
After about an hour and a half on a swing pass to fix the creaking empty runs alongside the oratory, James felt a presence. Pricked up his ears, lifted his head and looked towards the speaker: "It's them!" And so he jumped from the swing, saying "It's them! It's them! Let's go Patrick! ", As it was lit and began to run toward the jumping machine that had just stopped. The car came a tall triple the carrot, with a T-shirt Iron Maiden, jeans blacks, blacks curly hair and Ray Ban to drop with mirror lenses.

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metalheads VS Tecktonik Chapter 2 Chapter 1




"Hello Vezz"

"Welà Beo," said James, taking off the headphones of the i-pod.
"Oh bad luck, you're not listening to your music fucking usual," said Patrick, as he passed his fingers through his hair lacquer.
"At least I do not go around with hair like a clown .. "he replied promptly.
Patrick was in fact characterized by a very particular hairstyle and often visits the clubs: it was good or bad weather, he wore his white-rimmed sunglasses, his hair seemed to defy gravity (it was common opinion that he had a spare the life of cans of hairspray) and its unrealistic combinations of fluorescent colors, it could be spotted from a distance. The
'Truzzi' in question was, as usual, staring with a critical eye on his friend James, his sucks you could not blame: James was a metalhead obsessive. He dished to everyone who passed him to pull his music, most of the times, proved to be nice just to his ears. Seemed to be dressed in the dark because of the strict dress blacks who took part in those inabbinabili red pants. It was often called 'Carotone' or 'carrot' when someone wanted to make fun of her by her hair.
"You okay, at least I do not look like a walking carrot."
"Hmmm ..." endless moments passed, during which James would have gladly buried.
"Okay let's go for a ride ..." he said, to bring attention to another subject.
"Okay. Proposals? "
" Let's see who's in St Andrew. "
forking bikes. On the way they passed the Heineken pub, a bar frequented by metalheads. Just past, Patrick said:
"Oh what bad luck!"
"The loser here is you, if you have the balls to say vaglielo in the face! This is all envy, Heineken is a thousand times better than your dancing! "
" But that, I'm sure that if you enter into one of 'my fuckin' clubs' do not go out more, "said Patrick.
"But me a break! Never, ever let me out of your music all corrupt 'Tunz Tunz' and your 'buddies' "
" Oh yeah? How much bet that within a a week I'll change my mind? "
" We're on! Provided, however, that this week you do the metalhead! "
" Hmmm ... is not a bad idea ... an exchange of style! I'm in! "
" Yes it's true! Listen, let's start from the beginning. The clothes, "said James with a solemn tone. "Come to my house, I'll teach you to do the metalhead"
"Hmm. Ok, then go from me, you do a culture. It should be a laugh! "
so diverted their path. A house of Jacob, the two slingshot on the cabinet, the carrot took a backpack and filled it with its sweatshirts, t-shirts, nail (the typical leather jacket of a metal) and a couple of his daring red pants.
"Wow! It will be a very long week, "Patrick said looking at clothes that would lead, then added with a little 'patient,' I hope it's worth it!"
"You'll see, it'll be cool to become"
"Just do not become The new carrot! "
" Stop saying bullshit, you will be appreciated! "
After about an hour of discussion on how to wear and look of lines sour and skeptical of the 'Truzzi', the two left the house and took the bikes Direct Patrick's house. Within minutes they arrived and Patrick first thing Jacob hid the backpack under the bed.
"What do you do?" He asked as soon as he saw it.
"Come on! I have a reputation to maintain! "
" And I not? "To this response Patrick stifled a smile, to which James:" Yes, I too thought the same thing but at least you do not have to tell you this shit! Unless it causes me how you did it is now obvious. However, do not believe that you can hide your stuff! What do you think? might stay at home all week while I go around dressed like a fool? "
" No but ... "
" Actually you know what to do? Instead of simply exchanging styles and go about as usual, we will most obvious thing: one day the metalheads and we will make a Truzzi "
" Ugh, ok! but only a day-to-head! "
" All right, can be more than enough! "

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