Crazy night, pouring wheat beers, shot of tequila, good conversation with friends to go, but again, rolling the cue in the room for all, if we're going to take, seize; encounter with my nemesis that I hate , triumphant battle, screaming through the streets at 4 am, the last cup final at home and is never the last, but the penultimate apple liqueur or port wine, three cigarettes on my body no smoking, 8 with morning and still no sleep ... and in my mind his words when he left: "We are thugs."
What we are, yes. And today we will be more!
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