ITALYYYY!!!

Comin from a football-hater, yep, I hate the game - for some odd reason, prolly coz everyone else pretends to like it, but hell, comin from me - a person who isn't as crazy bout football, I fell in love with today. What's the fuckin day...?... July 10, 2006. Perfect. Italy won the World Cup and I saw it all happen. I even cheered. Now where would you see that happen, huh? Nowhere, I bet, unless it's in Rome, or, in Australia - Melbourne - Lygon Street.

A massive screen, thousands of people on the streets - screaming, cheering... man... i can't even begin to tell you sorry ass people where I was, what you miss every second of your life tryin to make it big, tryin hard to make a life, while I just trip around this circular mass of air that we breathe.

Thousands. THOU-FUCKIN-SANDS of people. Australia just came alive. Australia's sporty. They breathe sport. Anything. From dograces to Footi - an Australian version of Rugby, just a lil less harsh - they love it all. They make it a point to make it their reason to live for the day - be it cheering or betting on it.

What can I tell you where I was... you won't get it anyway. Have fun in your rat race, in your crazy world, which you live in and then say, Ro, you're crazy.