Xampu #01

Between the end of the 80s and early 90s, a small apartment in the North zone of Sao Paulo shook with the chatter, the shouts, the clink of glasses and bottles and boombox at the highest volume.

Mixed with the sound of guitars, drums and bass, guess words were among sips and puffs of smoke mouth.

There were new pack of cigarettes, alcohol and records constantly updated in burning, which burned all night.

And it happened again at the end of each week.

Some came back and brought friends who have brought other friends, and some returned to the next month.

Some took a long time to come back, and some do not come back at all.

Until one day, no one has returned.

I did not do well.

But I still remember a lot of things and talked to lots of people.

Now, all I know about some of them in this book.

80 My memory lane.