BSB 21/09/1987 Monday
Saturday night me, Luciana, Nica, Ranfre, Negão, Erlon, Manuela, Paula, Marcus, Bocao, Andre and Patricia went to Psiu. What a bore! Everyone but me drank beer. I was feeling down because Gino is writing horrible things about me on the door to the lift. I pretend not to care but it made me sad because I adore, I adored him. Now I’m so angry with him! Manuela, Paula and Ranfre left and everyone else went to 406 to drink wine. I had a bit and cheered up. Then Luciana had an ugly face on, I’m not sure why. Then some arsehole told us to leave or he’d call the police, so we went to the T block at 405. Me and Negão were playing theatre, then everyone went home.
Yesterday afternoon me and Marcos went to 110/111 South to watch Rock in Brasilia, many bands played and it was packed. Nobody else wanted to go, they missed out! Marcos and I went on the same bike. Every minute a fight broke out (expected in Brasilia) and the police would arrest them, and then arrest people for smoking weed. Whenever the police got someone it rained cans and bottles on them. There were all kinds of people there: punk, hardkore, redneck, criminal, playboy, bourgeois, tramp, drug addicts, non-label. All the possible tribes attended. We stayed there from four till half seven. I didn’t got to Gilberto at night, a miracle. It’s been raining a lot today, after three months without rain. When the rain started people were letting fireworks out to celebrate!