The Who - My Generation
Does anyone remember Luca, Luchin… my peer, big brother?! He must be in my review of Campbell. The one Keith Richards has a conversation with. Someone who hasn’t just lived it, no, more than that. With a dignity/arrogance, from what I've seen so far, with no precedent. He was still around, high on everything and more alcoholic than ever, especially after over 40 years of “noble activity” (he started early, very early). I remember the time he lived in a friend's garage; I wanted to bring him a mattress “but no, Robby, leave it, those assholes will talk and get on my nerves, I’m fine on the floor or relaxing on the deck chair.” Dozens, hundreds of anecdotes. He was taken for the last straw several times, and this time they found him dead in Milan. For now, I don’t know more. No problem, I’ve been waiting for this phone call for a long time, especially in the last few years since I lost contact. They had seen him a month ago in CAVRIAGO… and he was the same guy. I’m not mourning him; everyone decides about their own life, taking on both the honors and burdens. I hug him tightly, remembering all the time we spent together… born a week apart, we grew up together. Old bastard, son of a good woman… I can only imagine the chaos you’ll cause if there’s a place for you now.
Does anyone remember Luca, Luchin… my peer, big brother?! He must be in my review of Campbell. The one Keith Richards has a conversation with. Someone who hasn’t just lived it, no, more than that. With a dignity/arrogance, from what I've seen so far, with no precedent. He was still around, high on everything and more alcoholic than ever, especially after over 40 years of “noble activity” (he started early, very early). I remember the time he lived in a friend's garage; I wanted to bring him a mattress “but no, Robby, leave it, those assholes will talk and get on my nerves, I’m fine on the floor or relaxing on the deck chair.” Dozens, hundreds of anecdotes. He was taken for the last straw several times, and this time they found him dead in Milan. For now, I don’t know more. No problem, I’ve been waiting for this phone call for a long time, especially in the last few years since I lost contact. They had seen him a month ago in CAVRIAGO… and he was the same guy. I’m not mourning him; everyone decides about their own life, taking on both the honors and burdens. I hug him tightly, remembering all the time we spent together… born a week apart, we grew up together. Old bastard, son of a good woman… I can only imagine the chaos you’ll cause if there’s a place for you now.
IlConte
6 apr 23
DeRank ™: 108,91
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