I was sitting on the couch in my room with Jessica Rabbit, who still had that beautiful smile and those gorgeous legs despite the low contrast on which the TV was set. TV was set to. She asked me to put on some music, I got up from the couch, grabbed the vinyl of "Transformer" and put it on the stereo. When I put the pick down and the frying noises gave way to the first chords of "Vicious." huge wings came out of my back. The wings began to move and create chaos in my room. I broke through the ceiling and began to fly. I flew through the city. I saw some kids stealing an old lady's wallet. I got on top of them and asked them to give the wallet back to the lady because if not I was going to punish them; I don't remember the exact words but I think I said: Give the wallet back to the lady or I'll fuck you up. The kids threw the wallet to the ground and ran away terrified. I landed, grabbed the wallet and gave it to the lady. The lady opened it and gave me 25 cents; "For you to buy a candy", she said; "thank you" I said and I started to fly again. In a corner three girls were having a beer. I looked at them sideways and one of them asked me if I could take her for a ride. I landed, took her by the hand and took her for a ride. She told me that she had always dreamed of the air, that she dreamed that the air was all hers and that she could do with it whatever she wanted. I left her with her friends, took a swig of beer that they kindly offered me, flapped my huge wings and, kicking up a considerable amount of dust, returned to the heights. There I felt comfortable. I was more alone than ever and I could see the whole city and all the people. I could see the lights, I could see the people turning around, the dogs in their idleness and the cats jumping. The cicadas singing in the trees and the stones watching everything around them. I flew all over the world. I touched my fingers to the top of the Eiffel Tower, circled the Tower of Pizza several times, stormed the Obelisk, sat on one of the clock hands of the Big Ben tower and for the first time I was the master of time. Suddenly the wings disappeared, and I began to fall rapidly. I hit my head against the edge of a tipper, and fainted. When I regained consciousness I was opening the door to my room. Jessica had already left and taken the vinyl with her. On the couch was a handwritten note that read:"YOU ARE NOT READY YET"LOU
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
