"In your opinion?" he interrupts, "A heap of bullshit. He wrote them because it’s trendy, like everyone else. He was with a group of gaggi (t/n losers). Always doing mental masturbations about death and stuff like that. They got him involved. But, in reality, he didn"t give a damn about these things."
"So someone killed him?"
I"m sorry I’m so direct, but I prefer to cut to the chase. Once they used a thread attached to the door handle for toothache.
He turns around suddenly, as if I had offended him. I"m afraid he wants to take it out on me. Maybe to get rid of some adrenaline. He could throw me against the wall, or make me fly out the window. That wouldn"t be nice, after all those stairs.
"Well, but what do I know..." he blurts out, "This story m"è ammazzendi (t/n – is killing m
