NickGhostDrake

I think of you!

Hey my boy? Didn't anyone ever teach you how to behave with a sweet girl? Ahiahiahi. And then you keep complaining that you’re not getting laid. Of course you’re not! My boy, if you don’t learn good manners with the ladies, you'll be spending your life just playing with your rubber balls. Come on, my friend, you might not believe it, but I already feel fond of you. And I want what’s best for you. So, from today on, every day I’ll teach you a new secret so that one day you can get laid. You can’t spend your whole life at Termini Station! One day you’ll have to face your duties; after all, that thing down there between your legs needs to be put to some use, you can’t just use it to piss in the toilets of Termini Station.

Here we go!!!!!

Go for it, you’re getting better!

Hey! Is that how you treat a lady? And then you complain that on Saturday night instead of getting laid you’re spending your time at Termini station.

PROGRESS ADVERTISING: With the skyrocketing price of condoms, prevention is better than cure: on Saturday night, DO NOT HAVE SEX. Go to Termini Station to meet our hero.

Oh no, quite the opposite. Our best friend on Saturday night GOES TO TERMINI STATION (like everyone else, after all, right?). Damn, it's true. I lived for a year and a little bit in Rome, and I used to go to Termini Station every Saturday night too. It was a great time. It more or less worked like this: I lived in Rome 70, on Monday I'd wake up, go to work at Piazza Mancini, in the evening I'd finish and go back to Rome 70. Tuesday, same thing. Wednesday: the same. Thursday, however, I’d take the wrong street and end up on Via del Tintoretto, because I always smoked a joint when I went out and rode my bike. Friday: the same. But Saturday... oh, friends. Saturday was a whole different vibe. We didn't work and waited eagerly for the evening to arrive. And when it came, we all rushed to Termini Station: some to beat up a Sicilian, some a couple of Africans, some a polentone, some a terrone. Ah, those were the good times. And Termini Station was so alive.

But how should one dress? Fetish/casual or fashion/gothic?

I want to hit too!

I've changed my mind, here you go!