Bob Rifo Crew - Bastards

The Great Complotto


I was born in a good year: 1977.My life radically changed at the end of 90s .26/03/1996 time 8.30 pm .Get out home with my bike.
In a while darkness.a car run over me and braking i fall over the ground.I roll for 30 mt and my head stops before another car bounce me back in the underworld.Fear....people' screams. blood ,ran down my face, teeth and leg.Broken...can't stand up....i only try to understand if i'm still alive.I can't move my body.I glimpse my family between tears and shouts, i can't realize, i can't stand up.What's fuckin going to happen?I was rushed into hospital by ambulance,sirens, speedy, people in white coat.Without anaesthesia i receive 15 stitchs+20 stitchs into two sides of my head.Feet's Fibula is broken off and blood wants to stop...one tooth is disappeared...I got hurts and excoriations everywhere.I look myself into a mirrow and there' s not my face...no more expression...Only a freezing sight, a tear come down...Someone told me that the yuppie asshole who invest me was on the telephone.I've never seen his face...my bike is in garage.Now blood, terror and mental deformations coming from this crash are all part of my life.Without any doubts my life is punk.
Punk is my world and the only word that justify my way of think and act; it justifies my disconfort and it makes me deeply dig into my conscience. now understand that I take part of abnormality.At first i create my band. I found spud, jack mostro and jesus...with them i scream and go wild.today you can see me as i saw blood.I'm here to tell you that not everything goes good and i want you to take part of my insanity.