Fucked up world

I just got off the phone with my mother and brother; they gave me some sad news. During the carnaval, my cousin Walidinho went with some friends to the coast of Parana (the state just below Sao Paulo). Walidinho was out with some friends but decided to go home early with another friend. While they were walking home, a man tried to rob them. The man started beating my cousin, and when his friend tried to help him the man shot him dead.

My whole family is so upset about this; they knew the boy well. He was only 19, about to enter university... begin his life. They didn't even catch the man who shot him dead. I'm seeing Walidinho on friday I think. I hope I can give him a hug and show him how sorry I feel for this horror in his life.

If this world is wearing thin... and you're thinking of escape...

Thank you everyone for your words, your support and your love. I'll pass it on to my cousin and let him know that there are people in this planet who care, who grow sick with random violence. He's only 18 and I'm sure it will mean a lot to him.

As for myself, I just want to go out tonight, get drunk and forget reality. Immature perhaps? But the best medicine, if you ask me. No time to think, no time to contemplate violence and feel powerless. So I'll drink, I'll dance, I'll make friends, I'll be with friends.

We are braving the same club, D-Edge, we went last monday - that place that played rocking 80s tunes, punk, and a few daft rock numbers from the poodle period.

This is the place:



now imagine it filled with smoke and people and you get the picture of my night.