When in Rome... Write the hospital is never a good thing.
Especially if you went all the way around to your way, a bit' too early than you planned.
But I'm running now I'll explain.
few days ago, finally arrived in Rome after a couple of hitchhiking on the edge of reality, I decided to celebrate sound great with a hangover.
Poso to rob (the stuff .. the backpack with clothes) in hostel and I headed to a room on the Tuscolana near Cinecittà. There
make eye contact with a girl, I think you know it, but it stops there.
Well, I say to myself, never mind.
I order a Negroni, two Negroni, a chupito ... With
chupito I conquered the attentions of a girl.
begin to chat about this and not, in and for every cocktail, I will swallow two. Her name is Allyson
(or so says his name) asked me a question perhaps for invasive unknown, but hell if you take:
"Massi, I Drinking so much as a guy a few times, but the few times he was always for a girl. It 's so well for you? "
Shit, yes, Allyson, how did you know?
" look. And the flicker "
Flickering? Shit, I had not noticed.
Indeed something was not right, but I did not understand something.
Ally turns out to be a subspecies of the nurse, I did not understand, but it's time first to take me out of oblivion.
not remember much from here, the ambulance, Ally, Drs.
I woke up two days ago, 18-room, no matter what the name of the hospital.
Imagine the scene: one is "asleep" in front of a local half-drunk and wakes up in a clean room with the odious smell of old medicines.
For now I'm still here in Rome, I should soon see me with Ally, near the Colosseum.
says that I owe at least a lunch.
and an explanation.
I do not think that will get you well ...
