"The truth, the truth," starts Randon, "such a short and dangerous word,” he smile, “and worse if you have a mouth like the Italian's,” he chuckles."

"You're a fool Black," my friend laughs with her mouth open and full of food, it's disgusting. The barbecue is a success, Mom behaved like Kahin, Malcolm made me the drinks with a lot of alcohol hidden from the dark haired man, I'm just laughing at everything. We arrived at the targets and on the stage is Akim, a national singer, that his music is not one of my favorites, but alcohol makes me dance whatever it is, in a perreo mode, I dance...