BolognaBlog: Wannabe Gangster Gunman



04:45 p.m.

Spring in Bologna is like a fairytale. I’m lying in the grass in the park while the hippies and homeless next to me stop picking flowers, pack up their weed & start running from the screaming junkie who has a fucking real-looking gun. Everyone is leaving the park except for that idiot, his crew and a young couple because they are busy having sex. I flip the bird to the wannabe gangster gunman as soon as I notice he’s out of munition and continue to watch clouds & write. Cops are coming. Weiterlesen „BolognaBlog: Wannabe Gangster Gunman“