Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold -Lynyrd Skynyrd So, where was I with the writing thing? Oh yeah, the bus ride on the roof. Fuuck maaan!! That was intense. Feeling your life swinging from the rocky side of the mountain to the nothingness of the cliff's edge just a few inches away. I counted eighteen of us on the top of that bus, plus the I-can’t-even-imagine-how-many-more inside of it. As if all this was not enough, I had to do some stupid thing because I had lost a drunken bet just the night before, so the whole experience was even more "enjoyable”. Nothing impossible though: it was just about singing some pointless lyrics in some specific point of the track. Anyway, lesson learnt: do not drink and bet. Finally, I arrive at
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