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Yo, 'sup? I have some friends living it up in the Netherlands and a couple of days ago I thought about them.

You know, the kind of shit we'd be doing if I were there, even if it is just for a month or w/e. And that brought me back to good 'ol days. And it struck me again: the moments I recall the most are those which were the best ones. Punta del Diablo, rainy meeting @Sofi's place (I rant about Captain Tsubasa in some shitty-ass monologue), the wedding, etc...

Now they're all settled in Europe, consoles flying around like drunk moths, having mate, smoking weed, snorting coffee, you name it. Bloody hell, I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought of bursting a Kage Bunshin out of my arse and send it over, marry the Peremaista for legal issues and start working at a coffee house alongside a muslim, a korean and a german and get a lovely apartment three months later.

Sounds like a plan!

But I'll be damned if I ever go outside this shithole, at least for now... It's like I got used to the smell of it. Like I befriended all the shit-flies and need the buzzing... Regardless of that, who knows? Maybe a handball-size meteor strikes right in the middle of Durazno blasting the shit out of us and I end up swimming my way up to the Neth.

That'd be fucking awesome.

Mufasa, God is a bitch an I'm its pimp.