"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! "
The chapter is finished! To proceed to chapter two click here or go back to home .
"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! "
The chapter is finished! To proceed to chapter two click here or go back to home .
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