Here comes the last weekend, Friday I greet all of my colleagues, "yanow, if happen to be here, etc.", then I fly to St. Mark's Place for me to make shoes more beautiful in the world from a Russian, I run after gifts, have dinner and then fast I go to Linda, took classic Budweiser, red wine and all the players in full, then leave Juerie Tuti and, inexplicably, and we find ourselves at Luke & Leroy, scene of many battles, such as theft IPOD Juerie of the night then became day and moved to Boston, and dancing, with more and more drunk Leardi lap after lap, with the Ark T-shirts that are being beaten in the face by a DJ, the Beautiful Pea goes to bribe to get a shirt, and then question turns out John Cameron Mitchell, too affectionate but does not surprise me the most, one that will go to Cannes for a film, say, then pizza from Joe's, and drag the Dapple, who has to sleep with me, before the windows of the tattoo still lit, the West 4th, Christopher Street, we sleep on the fly, but we wake up immediately to go to MOMA to see a documentary on Sonic Youth, it pours, and we are late and then take a taxi, but there is a traffic absurd and we decide to do it on the run, twenty blocks in the flood, on the Sixth street, along with the parade of Scots, who illegally crossed three or four times, getting nervous security, then get soaked at the end of the documentary, but no matter, there is barely time for a self-service Chinese before heading home to Brooklyn's aunt Pisello_Bello for a surprise farewell party, chock full of Italian-Americans, ceramic figurines, stuffed with food garlic, Italian music with the dance remix Toto Cutugno early 90s, terrible but sociologically interesting, but the reflections begin shrink, everyone, then drive us to a club where music comes out very reassuring, and then we deviate at the last minute in a bowling alley, I do not win with dignity but where I come behind Juerie, relentless in the strike, then back to Manhattan and go all'Annex, where they dance until the DJ is not forced to cut but gives us, against the will of the bouncer, a Finally, heroic, "Be My Baby" that closes the dance, the first Sunday of delirium, to catch up with the latest gifts with Dapple, and then Linda Juerie, with deviation to the Motor City, where Claudia is waiting for me to greet the Baby Shakes , give me drink up drink, and drink long after we go back to Brooklyn, home of Andrew, which prepares us macaroni with meat sauce, with wine, and the team is complete, missing only Tuti, the evening runs at breakneck speed as all these three months, and we find ourselves on the F subway, all down to 2nd Avenue, but me, I continue to West 4, and so on 2nd Avenue greeting everyone, one by one, until the train unexpectedly resumed speed starts to skid right and left, yet increases speed, I can reach out and take them on the fly, all of them, a human chain at the very time when the train goes off the rails and takes off, turn right and fly over the ' East River,
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