Dear Diary:
Today Nick woke me up with a slap accross my open jaw... After seeing that he had his Maldini shirt on, (It was a Maldini shirt not because he had Maldini on a Milan shirt, but a Totti T-shirt that simply had VAGINA written in black permanent marker over "Totti.") I knew something was up. So I asked what was up, he simply gave me a hand full of piss balloons and said to follow. I did. So we went outside the 13 floor of his palacial imitation apartment and he pointed down......it was a parade of invisible people celebrating the recent accomplishments of "CentroCampisto."
I said, "What the fuck do you want me to do?"
Nick just said, "Toss 'em."
So Seven got wet with warm liqid human biproduct, and Nick and I had Espressos and Camel cigarettes.
Such is life.