In the movie My Son's Room, there was this scene where the father visited a music store his son used to frequent, to come to terms with the son's death. He asked the salesman for non-Italian music recommendation, something a teenage boy like his son would have listened to. The salesman took out a CD and asked if the father would like to hear it. He replied yes, and well, here's the song.

This is for the good friend who offered a chuppa chup during the screening; a nice chat during dinner and beer; and giving me free rein to uninhibited swearing and bickering at pool. Thank you. :)

I know the world is falling apart, but I'm trying to cling to what good things there are.