Allow me to tell you a story...
one fine day in Tirana back in the summer of 88 a Guido from parts unknown New Rochelle was walking along listening to Journey from a beat box when he stumbled upon a little boy in a yard building some sort of frame from scrap metal found in alleys and under cars...he said hello to the chunky robust boy (quite odd in Albania) and asked him 'what are you hoping to do young man'
The boy stopped and said 'I h-am hoping to-a live-it in da lan of Beaver and-e hav-a me very own wan share'
The Guido dismissed as a retarded boy and walked on...only years later he came across that boy...living in the great nation they call CANADA and sitting pool side in his very own LAWN CHAIR
I was that Guido....and BESMIR was that boy.....I have never forgotten that day and I never will...
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one fine day in Tirana back in the summer of 88 a Guido from parts unknown New Rochelle was walking along listening to Journey from a beat box when he stumbled upon a little boy in a yard building some sort of frame from scrap metal found in alleys and under cars...he said hello to the chunky robust boy (quite odd in Albania) and asked him 'what are you hoping to do young man'
The boy stopped and said 'I h-am hoping to-a live-it in da lan of Beaver and-e hav-a me very own wan share'
The Guido dismissed as a retarded boy and walked on...only years later he came across that boy...living in the great nation they call CANADA and sitting pool side in his very own LAWN CHAIR
I was that Guido....and BESMIR was that boy.....I have never forgotten that day and I never will...
