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Quite unusual to me: I find myself stranded at home, all alone, due to a merciless amount of work which lucylle is still sweating (and swearing) on, at this ridiculous hour... By the way, it's even nice to have some time for just relaxing, enjoying the silence, and perhaps reading a little bit (though I'm passing all my days on books, and I tend to be fed up of them): I have some interesting books that have been waiting for me for far too long, not to mention the last issue of Computer, musica & project studio, which is definitely becoming my favourite magazine ever, a must for all fanatic gearheads and musical nerds.
Yesterday I have been informed of a tragic (and demented) accident that happened to a friend of mine, G., last week. He was on a delirant trip abroad with my keyboardist C. and another guy, U., which I suspect to be mentally deranged -I'm not joking! After a wild "60's party" (I don't even want to think about it) in a village on a hill in the countryside between Parma and Reggio Emilia, they were utterly drunk, and probably under the effect of other shit. Facing their journey back, G. decides that it would have been a pretty good idea to lay on the top of the car, while driving back home.
I have to explain that it's not safe to be in the same car with C. (it was his car indeed, a humble Renault Twingo): just think that last year he ran into another car on purpose because he wanted to feel how it is to be in a car crash; it all ended with his car shattered, the other one severely damaged, and thousands of euros wasted for repairing both vehicles... but still, he was content with what he did.
So, G. mounts on top of the car and simply lies on its roof, there was nothing to hold onto, and probably he didn't even wanted to hold onto something; on the other hand, he was clutching a huge piece of tree they came across in the wood, and that C. wanted to bring back home because "he liked it". It was on the car's roof because it was SO huge that it couldn't be placed inside the car.
C. of course begins to drive as fast as possible down the hill, and for several minutes G. even manages to remain on the car's top.... but then, something happens, he falls down violently (it's not clear how and why). When C. and U. come back to pick him up, he's lying on the road, his face transformed in a mask of blood, and there's blood around him on the street, and he isn't able to move nor to speak.
Lately, the doctors at the emergency room of a hospital nearby found that a consistent part of his skull (including the region of the left eye) is smashed and he has two cranial traumas, with a lot of blood that needs to be reabsorbed by the brain, otherwise it will be necessary to open his head. Of course it's almost sure he will have to undergo plastic surgery for his face. I haven't say anything about the multiple injuries on his body (I think he also has a broken arm) because they're his lesser problem at the moment.
His parents just said to C. "Don't worry, it's not your fault. We have always known that you all are insane, so it was just a matter of time..."
I wish him all the best, and I'm sure that he will recover perfectly, but the only thing I'm sorry for, is his incredible stupidity. If you're an idiot, nothing can save you from yourself...
As a side note, Skinny Puppy gig in Geneve has been blasting, definitely one of the best concert I've ever had.
Ah, and if someone is wondering about it, the vacation in Paris has been great, multitasking lucylle has displayed some of her pictures here...
Good night