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Max Magpies `

do not understand anything more, it's hot, cold, sweat, groan. And, above all, `I do not sleep much injured.

're shooting another movie in my house, Hudson Street is invaded by the production truck. This is the biopic on guitarist Super Ok! emigrated to the USA groped for a solo career. The cast, Macaulay Culkin, who plays the protagonist, Sergio Vasto, in the role of the tutor, and Platinette, who plays the landlady who lives with the main character.

I did an audition for a part, said they call me, maybe I will make the appearance in the remake one day. You never know.

Monday evening, after the usual beers from Linda, we went to the party for the album release in Japan (shit, they could find a better excuse) Soft, which already did not speak before. Stone Roses with the voice by queers, particularly having regard to the sound inaudible ass Cake Shop. The opening is entrusted to Levy, already seen on Saturday, with the singer most inspired ... the second listen, I have just made a great impression. The songs are there, make-up as well. A girl tries to remove the fedora to the singer that the threat to punch up ... you can see the receding hairline (I was placed less than two spans). Budweiser, Budweiser, Budweiser. The bastards start ringing at midnight. Monday evening.

No surprise yesterday morning, arrived at the office, I put in the fridge the address book. In fact, I find myself for not having savaged in mid morning. In the afternoon I connect to the pc sgam the headphones, and listening to two old men who talk about their glorious past, pointing to a future that does not belong. Half asleep, ANSA news breaks my heart.

After a hard day's work, uah uah, nine-quarter, in shorts and a T-shirt, I washed the dishes while watching American Idol with Connee, savoring the warmth of my futon fake, I get the call Juerie that as some of you may remember, works as a pusher of wine.

E 'in the office alone with a mountain of wine unattended. I defy anyone to hold back. The flight to reach the Murray Street , drinking wine, talking, listening to music, talking about music, drink wine, drink music. I'll listen to some 'of our local stuff, appreciates Kech, Yuppie Flu, and especially the Super Ok! which proclaims itself instantly PR in the U.S..

It is a bit 'late, in fact. So this morning, on the verge of delirium, or perhaps a step further, I realized that I miss my Yaris, and I miss my Elvis. Then now that I discovered that this is a "small indie film That big dreams" , well ...


(a serious accident yesterday in Garbagnate, in photos taken by his friend Stephen S., here )