BSB 08/12/1986 Monday

BSB 08/12/1986 Monday

BSB 08/12/1986 Monday

32c in a city with a beach is fucked up. Now imagine 32c in this city in the middle of the cerrado, with a poluted lake and the club is closed today… It’s hell! My hand is sweating just from the writing. I like sunny days, but there’s not need to turn it into an over, is there!?

I had a crazy dream, but basically Henrique and I decide to steal a car’s tiny mirror, then we get arrested, then Henrique wasn’t there anymore. We were released after much agony… I’ll tell you the rest later.

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