This story starts in custody, in the police station, driven by 1985 or 1986 distorted notes, beetween walkans and vynils, club gigs and evenings spent getting drunk and having fun. A mistery is enclosed in the frank words of a narrator linked to the twins and to no one else. However, the narrated facts were alredy script in the twins's destiny , since they were born, in a shabby apartment, in Hollywood's surburbs.