Bonehead is in Italy doing the same work placement scheme i was on in 2003. i had an uneventful 3 months; every email Bonehead sends is about some Italian girl trying to hit it off while he’s sitting next to his psychopathic girlfriend, or Brazilian gangsters taking him under their mob wing. Here’s the latest:
Some african kid came into the hotel today for the third time in as many weeks – he sings some song about being poor and believing in God and can I help him etc and do you want to exchange numbers. I have looked in his eyes however and find a killer staring back, one of those killers who has skipped a war zone after looting the wrong warlord’s stash. The kid came in today and I told him to leave, told him straight there was nothing for him here and he had to leave. We squared off and I measured him up for a pre-emptive strike. He was still talking bible shit at me but he was thinking violence I knew it. It was tense for a minute or two and he was a big lad, a few stones of muscle on me and a hard african head to boot. The work experience ragazza behind the counter was frozen with fear, only half understanding what must have sounded like a ferocious argument in another language, together with my aggressive pointing gestures and the fact that we were both squaring off, lining up for a right hand and dipping foreheads like stags about to clash. I was victorious but if he returns it may come to knives or guns.
