Name: Massimo
Name: Zanardi
Nickname: 'Zanna'
Age: 24
Distinguishing features: sharpness and acuity
- "Eccheccristo, Madonna makes a cold!" Sergio Petrilli (known as 'Stone') as usual no 's got a penny. To get power, flaunting bad certificates of nihilism.
- "Hey, Mommy, buy me a mica new cashmere? "Robert Colasanti (or 'Colas'), still lying next to one of zitellacce who are charged in exchange for one night stand, has just tapped a sweater optimistic.
-" Winter beast. "Zanardi and his concise vagueness. It's one last long shot of thorns, the collar tightens gray and advances. You do not understand his sentences never sudden. Yet it seems that somehow affects. As if in every case someone sting . Somewhere in the world. He has lost shots. With gusts that whip the sides, refine and sharpen, this time is more than ever the wolf.
When contacted Stone, says he is returning to town. The announced want to munch something to his arrival. In exchange for a vial crazy. When the little whining Petrilli try something, the phone already bipp again. If you do not find at least a piada, the pledge will smoke either-instead of the bomb-the ashes of the guinea pig Stone. The dwarf keeps us very much.
Drin-Din! "Holy boiazza, Fang, I tried to tell you that I have nothing in the fridge. I do not work for some time. But you do not understand. I even tried to sell the Vespino to get some 'cash, but no one catch him. Te I wanted to anticipate. But you do nothing. Come on up, you grow up, be gracious, eh, you say, ask a neighbor, he-he, ah, I knew you would have understood, buddy "(note the language Sergin: just completed ... from shaves to geppo!). Among
tuft of hair-green eyes are already rotten Zanardi pulsing sealed to the bowl containing the ashes oriental-pig.
Eyelids terrified Stone beat the rhythm of the second-Din Drin! E 'Colas. "EU, brothers. I took a mouth-watering lunch. The remains of the old royal dinner." Stone, almost in tears, embracing her idol savior. Zanardi in the meantime has a chicken leg in its jaws. And Stone: "Figooo! After a week in a row for the homeless, I can finally enjoy a decent lunch. Auuuu."
Fang's head is lowered onto the tray.
Colasanti, however, with the usual grace calls Sergin to buy first maps because the tobacco will close soon. Then eat at will. Stone, happy as a clam, falls under the tobacconist's house.
But on his return after three minutes exactly, is not even a crumb of that good God Colas Fang persuaded to dine a second time. They screwed, as usual. But Christ, in 3 minutes, 4 trays! No, it is not humanly possible. See if you have hidden in the cupboard or in the toilet ravioli, lamb if they have thrown out the window or in the stairwell. It is recalled that her friends are not human. They are beasts. Seeing
back sheepishly, Roberto apologizes to a pat on the shoulder and says, "Come on, do not take it for a joke. The next payment of Chiavecchia mail it directly to you. "
Fang added:" Come on, think on an empty stomach is the matter even better, ready with the maps? We do. "
Only the latter two words tear a smile to the mythical Petrilli.
After Svampa, some will think:" I felt the lack of high school friends. Colas maybe even give me a bit 'of money. But Fang is Fang. As always the best. He kept his promise. This is a smoke slap. The best hi-hi, I swear, really, the better. "
For a while he will not know that Massimo Zanardi Fang said tonight is going to fuck her Mirella, his" flints "(like the short calls with Petrilli eyes little heart). And Fang doped up and not collapse like him because Colas prefer just a little pull 'of that stuff. Only one to know the origin ...
... a small bowl containing de-sealed, however, remains.
a meal with friends.
No more than one sweet rodent, now aspired to. Copyright © 2010 Gianmarco