I'm going to Europe in a couple weeks,
and just took some time out to reminisce about
when I was living in Bergamo.
I lived with Giorgio (left) and his bro Ale.
They obviously took me to the Gods of Metal Festival
in Milan once and I had to get escorted by ambulance to the hospital.
I wish it was something cool like
"I OD'd on Metal and birra moretti!"
but it was just my asthma.
Allora! I miss the Italian dinners!
This was my jam. Giorgio worked a lot,
so when I got ready to do stuff I would
pump this shit at max vol.
Chels do u know this song? omg!
Then I flew the coup and danced in
La Biennale di Venezia with
Can't wait to get outta heeeere!
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