Tonight the air is fresh Reloaded.

As you can see, here, explaining things is useless, except to annoy donkeys.
You see; regarding the story of my intercourse with a (fake) minor, I wasn’t bothered by the fact that, in the end, no one believed me; what annoyed me was that all of you thought with your own heads, not mine.
Know that until I was forty, I have told myself, and believed, a ton of lies. Just like you assholes (masculine generic).

But then one remembers to have forgotten them, and so he tells the truth: not giving a damn whether people believe him or not. Goran Kuzminac: come suonare "Stasera l'aria è fresca"