Jg: "What will this bank?"
Vitote: "This bank is part of us, is our life, here I lived some of the biggest moments. I guess when I sit here I have a feeling I might meet with myself, with all Vitotes with that of 8, of 16, 18 and 23 " Jg
"What the hell did your bourbon?"
Vitote: "Bourbon and ice ..."
Jg: "Look, a 'treia Fung
Vitote:" Wow, you touch all to you, choose wisely what you want " Jg
"A Gibson SG"
Vitote: "For a change, right?"
Times change, people evolve, ex-girlfriends who are married, friends who are matched, which they manage, precarious jobs, responsibilities, godchildren, competitions ... It seems that the only thing that changes is the park bench of my people. Thought This year was not going to sit my backside on it, to fix the world and the stars promise to sit there again next year. But on Saturday after an emotional afternoon in which I became the godfather of a child of ten months each time I grab my neck strong to feel useful for the first time in my life as if everything that had happened previously did not serve anything, a phone call surprised me when I loosened his tie "Dude, you're in town," Yes, come to "The Loft" please ".
know hundreds of people each year, some are leaving for good after a night, others stay and hurt us, very few remain on our agenda and of those few, fit in the fingers of one hand that really matter. Those with whom no matter what happens, they are always there, people disillusioned with whom you can afford to feel at home. It is why, even though one is surrounded by people, when stones and words will break bones, you need to that faction to reduce your fracture and help you get up. Belong to that small club, is a luxury. I've always worth more to those who help me raise a glass in some dirty bar bar when all seems lost, than those when the wind blows and you're gone for a piggyback ride on the back of Usain Bolt. So it is always a honor to help another to get up, because when you fall do not want fireworks, you pot on the fire, ache deck, stove and bino (if not 3b are not good), you need a park bench. For though the world will collapse, the bank remains firm, remains that special place.
People evolve, I have the feeling of having been in that bank. And, you know what, I like it, is comfortable and honest, with a starry sky clothes, with a superb company that knows you, who flees from frivolous, he says things raw and "for your own good" . Recalling that despite others to see "an 'treia Fung first known that we were who we desire, that we were those who mocked him, who gave the slip to whores beautiful eyes and dark intentions, who never look over your shoulder, no matter how tall or short they are. It's good to come home, from time to time.
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