Walk young man, walk...
I remember that voice and scene like it was yesterday, I remember that conversation with myself, laying on the back seat of that smelly car, my room for the night, fifteen years ago... It was raining heavily and the passenger window was not closing. Sure, that piece of plastic covering it was helping a bit, but mosquitos, were also on my case that night... Zaiko was playing on my small radio, some old jams from a time i was not familiar with, but I strangely loved. I remember shaking my toes, I remember playing drums on my chest, smiling then crying.
Then, the silence, just like everything stopped, "EVERYTHING GONE BE OK".