I got tickets for the super concert in town. The night before, I'll sleep in a tent to feel super involved, one with HIM. Now I'm going to ask if I can volunteer to set up booths and various equipment... or maybe direct traffic with a little sign... Whatever it is, savansadir.

I'll keep you updated: first night in the tent, woke up and had breakfast with the folks at Bar Mario, super nice, a bunch of old guys with incredible bellies and dressed like Liga from the headbands to the flip-flops... they're really in flip-flops, truly beautiful. Now I'm heading out for anything that might be helpful to HIM (I have a connection and by paying I can do my volunteering and help out). I've also read about some amazing guests at HIS concert, the mayor and his council are crying with pride...

I’m really, truly happy, for the first time in my life.

Your Conte... until next time.

I'll keep you updated, too beautiful!!!

C: “Good morning, guys, I'm going to train a bit.”
R: “What are you talking about training for, that’s nonsense, a real rocker doesn’t train.”
C: “Oh okay, then I’ll go wash up.”
R: “What are you talking about washing up? A real rocker doesn’t wash.”
C: “Well… you’d need it too, in my opinion.”
R: “What are you saying, forget it, come on let’s have breakfast and put on those used wooden clogs from the 70s that we gifted you…”
C: “They’re really awesome, thank you so much, I’ll have a coffee and a croissant.”
R: “Are you kidding?! There’s everything: sausage, hot dogs, eggs, Lambrusco, mortadella, salami, bacon, and raw veggies with peppers, spring onions, and radishes.”
C: “You guys are too cool, if I had met you years ago my life would have been so much better.”
C: “Don’t you smell a slight annoying stench from unwashed bodies and all these goodies?!”
R: “What are you saying? Those are the scents of a true rocker.”

C=IlConte
R=Guys from Bar Mario

Guys, too beautiful!!!

GUYS!!!!!! SO EXCITING!!!!!! EMOTIONS RUNNING HIGH!!!
I’VE QUADRUPLED MY DAILY DOSE OF XANAX!!!

Last night was fantastic, always singing together and listening to the EPIC stories of the RDBM... I feel like I’m living a dream… if only I had lived a tenth of their existence.
All hugged together with many and smells like only God, instead HIM... commands!!!
I also tried approaching various girls, but since I'm not officially a member of the Fanz Cleb yet, they don’t even look at me. I hope all the money I’m giving to the guys pays off.

This morning, on the wake of the Great Day, we had an apotheosis of breakfast... just like yesterday but with some omelettes and a bit of tripe for the occasion. Naturally, no one washed up, everyone was in sandals or flip-flops… except for one guy in sneakers, for 3 days now.

After the delicious breakfast, there were great games organized by the guys, games for true damned rockers: capture the flag, horsey, one two three freeze, tag, elastic, ice wolf... oh my god, what fun, Nobles!!!

“We” from Bar Mario are already in, obviously, in TOP position like the VIP area and the…