Anyway, it was my lucky day. I went to play the Italian lottery that today has a 100 million Euro Jackpot and I won 5 euro just playing it. I do not normally gamble, I do not like it but, you know, 100 million Euro it is worth trying and spend 10 Euro every couple of days.
Today was hot and, they say, it's gonna get hotter. I am waiting for August to see what will happen in Italy when normally the heat make people think with their dicks and they start killing girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands, lovers, wives and so on... And it becomes the "Summer thriller". I am sure that every single day there are murders but in Summer, with the politicians on holidays, there is not much the papers can write and people on the beach need something to replace our Prime Minister dirty businesses and the TV series interrupted to avoid people to miss 20, 30, 90 episodes of series that go on for 20 years...
Anyhow, tonight I will see my best mate for dinner. I think we will go out of Rome for a bit of fresh air. He told me that he has to talk to me and I am really thrilled to know if this time he is worried about his hair loss, about him being a day older than yesterday or his dick measuring half inch less and not reaching full erection... I must admit, he is a great guy but he finds really hard to show it. Perhaps he had some fights with his girlfriend because he cancelled yesterday and he seemed a bit annoyed. I think that the only thing that could piss him off about his girlfriend is if she got pregnant but, in this case, she wouldn't be bearing his child as he did a snap snap many years ago after he impregnated his cousin... I still remember the story. His uncle was furious and took him to an hospital to get the operation done. Since then the families have not talked to each other and even when his mother died, some time ago, none of her relatives went to the funerals. My father would have said "they are good people" because there was nobody at the service but, I know, they are not good people. Frankly it is still a mystery to me what his father does for a living but I know that they are loaded but remain enriched poor.
On the other hand my father comes for a very good family, blue blood crap and so on, but when my dad was a child they fell into disgrace and took him a few brilliant ideas to get back to the wealth and he didn't forget any of his brothers and sisters. My mother has always been very supportive and even her family enjoys the wealth dad made. It's nice to be all together. Christmas is the time of the year all 50/60 of us spend time together in the family house in the Sabina region, not far from Rome.
I was not brought up having everything I wanted. Actually I never got a toy I wanted, I never got a mobile phone or anything electronic up to the age of 18 and I have been dreaming all my life of getting a motorbike, exactly like Mario did. He was 16 and his father bought him a motorbike that he could not even drive due to the age, but he managed to crash it anyway and his father took to court the borough because the road level was uneven. His son, due to the shock, was sent on holidays to Switzerland and missed a month of school. Of course he passed anyway: his father was and his one of the main contributors to the private school we attended.
The only thing my father gave me was education, affection, food and books. It was enough for me to manage to graduate in the US and get a PhD in Britain. I must admit that sometimes I used to envy Mario but as time was going I started thinking that I was the lucky one.
Very often I write in my diary about him. He is my only friend, even if for him, I am sure, I am just an alternative to everyone ad everything else, but I don't care: I like him. Actually I used to hate him before but only when I was in the States I realised how much I missed him in my life. Sometimes I read my diary and I remember how sad I was over there... People love being in a campus, I hated it. I was still fat and a nerd... anyway, things have changed, I feel much better now.
shit, nearly 7 and still must get ready and I do not even know where we are going for dinner. Let me give him a call!
see you guys!
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