Bfox stava avendo un rapporto sessuale con il corpo della sua reflex digitale.
Io lo guardavo, appoggiato a una parete, con in mano la mia nikon d90.
Sapevo che c'era qualcosa di sbagliato. Sottilmente lo intuivo. Mi chiedevo come Feel non pensasse al danno che provocava al sensore della sua costosa macchina. Dentro di me speravo non volesse approfittare anche della mia.
E poi successe qualcosa.
Forse Bfox si era incastrato o forse aveva rotto qualcosa. C'era come un rumore metallico.
Atterrito non osavo interromperlo per paura potesse colpirmi con qualche indicibile sostanza.
Il rumore cresceva, cresceva, sempre più metallico, più forte...
I awoke with a start sweating and I realized that the sound was not a member of B fox that pierced his camera sensor, but the phone's ringer.
Groggy reached out and turned up the receiver.
"Lici are Riciard" - whisper 'a voice from the other side of the unit
"Riciard? .." - I answered half asleep ... then within half a second I realized who he was and that Riciard trasecolai.
"Where are you?" What? " - I eagerly excited.
"Do not I can talk to lychees, are in danger, are chasing me "- said Riciard afraid.
" Who is chasing you? "- exclaimed -" where are you? "- the incalzai
" ... are Tokyo .... BlackCock Sukatsuka bar to play ... "- his voice came to me distressed and weaker
" doooooveee ????" - I cried
"Sukatsu .." - but he was repeating Riciard the phone went dead.
"Riciard" - I shouted into the phone "RICIARD" - repeated.
But now the line had fallen and riciard no longer met.
put the phone down astonished. Who knows what the hell was going on.
He has now been a year since, along with Wizz and Bfox Riciard had saved from the cult of the god Penathor.
The thought I was still shivering.
Those gloomy people, the gods penomorfa, the lost innocence of Riciard, quell'anas stuck to the ass with Penathor so horribly as it nibbled greedily.
And then the crypt, which collapsed.
Wizz In the months after he had tried to find a job in Riciard in one of his companies.
As a good friend tried to give him a normal life.
Bfox meanwhile had taken up with more enthusiasm his university career.
He left aside sex and Latin dance to graduate soon. After just two hours, however, 'had fallen in the passion of photography and, oddly, it had absorbed all his time leaving little hope for much of its contention.
When I talked on the phone with Wizz still remember his words "has now quit Starcraft II ...".
But returning to Riciard, Wizzy told me that his return to normality was dotted with many difficulties. According
with fake monks had lost confidence in himself and, although it encouraged Wizzy lashes with strokes of the invigorating rake, Riciard could not seem to fully appreciate the hard working underpaid, free from any personal satisfaction and full of daily humiliations.
was so totally unexpected, for all of us, the news of his death.
Overnight, had vanished. No one knew where it was.
A few minutes ago.
of foreign words swirled in my head.
words exotic and strange.
" Tokyo, BlackCock Sukatsuka Play bar" ...
I picked up the phone and dialed the number of Bfox.
The next was to Wizzy.
There was no time to lose.
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