Casi lejos del diablo

He gave me one of these fancy french wines, and I made him drink on the streets, like any good friend of mine would do. He laughed at the irony, and to compensate my guilt, I got him a tasty Casillero as we walked around São Paulo as this freaky perverted couple of a female drag queen on great high heels and a nerdy skinny french, dancing to our own voices sounds, meting random nationality people, even pouring a sip of wine in this ufologist's (hobo) mouth, and finding in ourselves great roll play partners (since the last one i got could only roll play his gay alterego).

There is not much to say right now, only that 'viaduto do Chá' is marvelous at night, Sé is not as dangerous as it used to be, and the Atlantic ocean still big as hell.