I thought I'd be back in LA by now, but when I woke up this afternoon, it turned out I was in New York. Apparently I had told my private jet crew to drop me off in NYC to visit some woman, and that they should fly Yo-Yo back to Rio. I woke up in some super model's appartment with her fucking chiwawa or something licking my balls. I accidentally happened to kick the little dog out the window... 54 floors up. I think it must have been some kind of fucking bat, cat or flying dog because the dog landed safely in the park. And hey, if a dog weighs less than a fucking pillow, it lands safely.
The super model on the other hand was not so happy, so she kicked me out of her apartment. No biggie... Her neighbor is a famous TV star from a very popular TV-show, and she wanted some Rocco... So I gave it to her... 4 times :)
This weekend I have been in Gothenburg, Sweden, for a gig at a local pub, called Dancin' Dingo. Izzy, Yo-Yo and Pee Eric Dee was there as well so we were almost the full set of the band. It was our first gig since Roo went and died, so we were a bit shaky, but the ladies at Dingo was as charming as always and I think I went home with a pair of sisters... Their dad kicked me out afterwards, so... Logic...
Well, it's time for my breakfast beer now, so...
Heavy metal in the night!
/Rocco Thunder
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