In the winter of 1985 Tanino Liberatore and I traveled in his Fiat from Paris over the Alps into Italy. He was the famed cartoonist of RanXerox a powerful android robot, the love slave of the underage Lubna.
We had collaborated on a graphic comic aor bain-dessine and were bound to the Eternal City to pick up money from the Italian publishers. We rolled into Rome at night. The city slept under siege from the Red Brigades. Tanino sought out whores on the Via Veneto. They were not scared of un-toting Revolutionaries, having Albanian pimps.
Parking his Fiat Tanino went off into the bushes, while I sat guard in the car. After we went to a bar to score coke, then later crashed at his friends’ apartment to watch EVIL DEAD high on blow. That movie scared me straight.
The next day I wandered through Rome; the Vatican buying a stiletto, lunch at Mario’s by the Coliseum, then through the Senate ruins. Sunset up the Spanish Steps to the Hotel Farber for drinks, then back to party with Tanino.
The next day we drove to Pescara on the Adriatic to see his parents. We went to a freezing theater to watch porno.
We were monsters, but we were wicked when wicked meant something