The legend goes that i was once sick of living on a small city about 100 miles south of Milan, ITALY. Looking for a fun place to party and willing to meet girls i decided to move to California. Perhaps very close to Mexico so i could still enjoy my freedom. Not that USA doesn not offer any but i believe that stop serving drinks at 1:30 AM preatty much tells everything about how not free we are here in California.
Not problem at all; i just need a trip to TJ and a bottle of Herradura and i'll be happy.
Many years have passed since then and settle in. Moved from being a guinea pig to a resident of CA i'm now happily enjoying my stay. Lots of concerts went by, friends and cocktails. The buttom line is, i still that crazy ass punkrocker i was back in Italy.
