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A cocktail with Boltzmann

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Here we go again this time too: the genealogy of the ancestors of noble Ludo, of course, entirely invented by him in a desperate moment of boredom. It 's a classic Saturday night.

- Who's Fine?

- not Finezio

- E Finezio?

- not an end

- Ok. Who is Quappio?

- uncle Phineus

- And Scoccabarozzi?

- Butler

- Who is Frappi?

- The brother of the uncle Phineus

- No!

fault of infinite worlds.

The shot of the infinite worlds are essentially four fingers that you are caught in the side of strength, a few centimeters below the last rib. Come when you least expect it, but this is not their strength. Even if you expected, as sometimes happens - like this - there is nothing that can save you from the side bend disastrously affected. That is to his glass.

So crash, off the glass. And so also the molasses it contains, from the exoticism name Markus Island, with that ' Island that warns you that is at least six or miscugliazzo seven different spirits, but even with that Markus , with kappa, which already makes you smell that half of those will be the Malibu, the Midori and grenadine, or their other sickly impersonator. A cocktail probably created by evil corporations that point to the secret control of the world, making us all fags.

- Here. Pirlo. Now I pay another.

- But you just thank me, who drink more than three sips glycemic'd go into a coma.

But these speeches attack little with Ludo. Dell'intruglio attack certainly much less that at the moment is on the ground and is trying to unseat a shoe. That probably is delicious, although very bitter.

When you say that alcohol is a substance that can affect the emotions usually implies that you first need to ingest. But alcohol causes Job to see to the same effect that a child would see the pay the same amount of blood. And today, needless to say, it was also the day of the big cocktail. All of a sudden stops and I hear Pape tip with a look of horror, as if I had just slain the son of the plank rustic pubs. In Pape's eyes, however, the euphoria and contentment: for once the slaps not reach him.

While Alina collect the shards of glass, for complimenting my skill in breaking the glass - a metaphor, he says, the attributes of which she lacks, as belonging to the fairer sex - Boltzmann, sleepy, stands on chair next to mine and do not bat an eyelid. Everything is normal, he says. The entropy increases and everything done in full respect of the second law of thermodynamics. Look at his eyes with deep wisdom to the growing turmoil of his fellow table, occasionally distracted by the screams of fans who are following the Rome-Naples on the big screen then that is a wall with a projector, but Alina says that putting "big screen" on a blackboard near the entrance was more trendy.

Boltzmann often sit at our table. You know, we are regulars. And I think deep down he enjoys a lot to use us as an experiment at his own confirmation of what has always supported. Although obviously we will not say it.

Meanwhile coppini expletives and began to rain.

- Demented

- Oh you did not even up

- Now I go get a beer

- To ', drink a bit' of my

- Your sucks

- So I do not know tell

- I do not know what to tell you shit, now I pay the

- Plipplipplì

One thing all experts say dinosaurs to avoid when you are in front of an angry Louis is to make him the verse. This behavior - say - is most likely to trigger a violent reaction against those who are taking the piss at a time that he considers inappropriate. So here I am with half his face smashed on the table in an attempt to escape the barrage of shots in the Jackie Chan style with which our jewel of the Triassic is communicating to me his disappointment at the incident.

Entropy, Boltzmann was secretly accomplished with air, is the quantity responsible for, among other things, the impending end of the world. Not being able to increase that, someday the chaos will grow so much that nothing can be said to be more orderly, and then the universe will disintegrate. A clear example of this is happening Now on this table where the other two idiots have begun to rage on me, which already was struggling to defend dall'energumeno the situation and now I have to hold off Job and Pape, who will end up once again to pick them up so that is not objectively has nothing to do, and in fact the first thing I do Ludo just gives me a breather and return Papocchia, while the second is groped to let go of Ludo grip of my arm, pulling it a bit, 'a little' , while the ball passes to Lavezzi who puts his head down, not Ludo spring, I tugged again, goes to Cannavaro, cross, I release, takes Cavani, goals.

And soon we miss that I do not end up in the lap of Boltzmann, that all this has remained in his chair to look at us, and now stood up with a look rather worried.
Napoli fans are rejoicing that one of those disasters that we should not wish even to the worst enemies. But in the casino, now in total confusion and spreading of the few square meters of the pub, there is only one element that keeps one order, a straight path, a tense and relentless motion. Boltzmann follows with his eyes the march of Alina from the bench at our table, the kitchen towel in his hand dripping with water. And he understands in that moment that something is not subject to its laws.

Sometimes, rarely, it happens that the entropy of a system do a backward somersault. So all of a sudden, through a single event. The universe, which was first evolving peaceful towards its predictable heat death, regaining order. On a shot.

And of a sudden it is actually contrary, two, wanting to be picky. By do Valkyrie, Alina mop up in the air and quickly headed back down the cheek of Ludo. Sciaff. "Ha ha, Daje all'energumeno" And here. Sciaff. In the face too. See, Boltzmann, sometimes just a gesture.

Ludo is left petrified on his stool, staring at Alina's as if Madonna had appeared. I am in a state of mental confusion. Boltzmann he looks puzzled. Even the screaming at the other tables were quiet, and for a damn second to none in the replay of the second pulling Cavani jelly to Rome.

"Enough of this mess, I scared the dog," "Come on, Alina," I protest in a voice still hesitant. "Boltzmann know us by now" "It's called Bolt" "It 's a nice nickname" "It' s his name: Bolt, "he calls it, and the dachshund, shaken by what just happened to leave the chair and followed her behind the counter, hiding the dismay in the sound of the trot of his legs.

After a while 'time none of the four of us still speak.

- But Ludo

- Eh

- Frappi who the fuck you said you had?

- Dunno, I've invented hours

She looks at me as if everything were normal.

I throw a punch on the head, and the universe begins its run.

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