“You fucken fell in love with a one-night stand!” he screamed and laughed.
Barbarian! Big time Barbarian!
“Come on, your uncle, Emperor Julius Ceazar had a nightstand with Cleo Patra, maybe not even in the palace. He could have done it next to a coconut tree at the banks of Jordan, or at the shores of the Red Sea, who knows, but he never used PEP.” David banged badly.
I wanted to laugh but it seemed my lungs were failing. We’ve made lots of history, yes, the name, Italo, has so much to it, and David was ready to remind me of all of that.
“You seem to have hit your boiling point, David.” I pointed at the bottle which had just a little content left. He laughed. I knew his weakness, too. His head isn’t strong for beer. Sometimes, I feel the urge to ask him to make his brain cell
