BSB 05/08/1987 Wednesday
I went to Sigma college in the morning with Nica to see friends. What a nice college! Orlando, Riba, Rodrigo, Luis Antonio and people from the party at the cottage… Everyone. Apart from Henrique. What a shame! I think I’m going to call him… I want someone to talk to. Gino is driving me nuts. Sometimes he seems to like me and then he seems to hate me. There’s no one to talk to in the neighbourhood. Well there’s people but I don’t feel inspired to talk to them.
Saturday night was crazy, me, Nica, Marco, Andre and Junior bought 5 litres of wine and ‘detonated it’ (drank it) in the park at 406. Everyone got really drunk… I was triple drunk. Then Negão and some more people arrived. It ended up with me and Negão crying for an hour because of life’s cruelty. Like, really sobbing. I never cried so hard. I was sort of carried home, vomited four times on the way and only went home when I felt better. I woke up the next day feeling very weak, I could barely stand. As soon as I ate I felt better.
On Sunday we went to Gilberto: Luciana, Nica, Andre… It was great (a rare thing in that place). Gino and Negão had been drinking, so they were limping around. Gino passed out on my lap. Then Gino left (he had school next day) and I met Jamil (Lobão) from 208, I was seriously impressed by this guy, but then he left. Then I met Deka, I hadn’t sniffed loló for ages, and he offered me some. Eugh, what a horrible thing. I can’t stand it anymore. But I was feeling down and my stupid solution was to sniff it, but I only did a little. Deka and his friends gave me a lift home.