Once upon a time there was a guy named Nick
Nick was a happy guy...
He lived in Italy, worked a few hours a day for large NGO and did sweet fvck all ..all in the name of third world poverty
Nick ate cannoli's as he wished from the Sicilian expats on Via Tiburtina..
Nick smoked his marlboro lights as he pleased..rode his scooter without a helmet as he pleased..
Nick threw piss bombs at Delle Alpi..got arrested at Olimpico and once even made it on Gazzetta dello Sport ..
he drank what he pleased: bottle of wine with dinner..straight vodlka well into the night and ice cold grappas on week-ends..
he spent money like he had millions living hand to mouth and throwing it away on things like Champions League matches, strippers, gold digging Russian women and
Nick had no scruples..no woman was too 'married' ..no female was too 'much of a whore'
Today, Nick works out 5 times a week..only eats organic foods..ran a 10k three times this year...works 60 hours a week in a large corrupt gredy corporation ... drives a safe German car..
lives and sleeps with the same woman and yes has a ring on his finger..
gone are the cigarettes..gone is the booze and cannoli's are only 'pieces of cholosterol to avoid'...
Nick spends wisely .. saves a great deal and thinks about consequences...
FUCKING LIFE SUCKS
SOMEONE SHOOT ME