ABANDONED SPAGHETTI is my combat name. Doesn't it sound strong enough? Believe me, it does. A Mexican man named me this way when he found me desperate in a foreign street of a foreign country, where I was gone with all my italianity to find and face who had abandoned me.I had my revenge on the 4th of July 2006, in a big Arena: 2 fabolous pistoleros Fabio and Alex shooted twice. Bang, Bang! And I won my battle.El Aleman fue chupado. Actually, not realy killed but overwhelmed by usless words coming out from his mouth suddenly, the same words that Italians start telling every morning with the caffe', the taste of The Nothing that he despiced so much. DER SCHULZ would have preferred get his body shot down. A sense of RIDICOLO coiled him. He was condamned to the words. By the time he realized that, the entire Arena was condamned to the same magic Italian Spell.
I felt so free and relieved that I shouted pure joy for long minutes and my eyes rolled around like a broken tv screen.The story may go on.My combat name is still Abandoned Spaghetti, even though I belong now to a Non-Abandoned variety of Spaghetti but I adore this sort of Sergio Leone post modern ironic style name.SPARACELLO is my surname. Sicilian since ever. SPARA is how good friends calls me. In Italian SPARA! means SHOOT! I'm a volcano of "wrong" ideas and I'm ready to fight para un pistolero lleno de pacion como Robert Rodriguez.Spara! Don't fail me!
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