Pato Sardelli 🎸.

January 2004 *

• A record store had opened around the corner from my house and I went with only 10 pesos. When I walked in, I stood at the door, fascinated. The place was huge. It had a vinyl section, some CDs, a cassette section, a book section, and a mini cafeteria with desserts and food. It also had a bar upstairs, a bowling alley downstairs, and a section with official merch from almost every band imaginable, in almost every language. *

• "Blues de Bolivia" by La Renga was playing, and I spotted a girl... a Rolling Stones fan, singing while she cleaned the floor. A bald man covered in tattoos was smoking weed with another Rolling Stones fan at the counter. Apparently, she was their daughter, and when she saw me, she came up to me. "Hi... Everything alright? Were you looking for something specific? What kind of music do you like?" "If not? I can help you find something by that artist, or we can put it on a list and get it for you, no problem," she said, and I fell in love. She couldn't be that beautiful; she also had tattoos and some piercings. She seemed like a dream . "Um... And... I like rock, " I said nervously. "Damn rock," she replied. Besides being beautiful, she liked La Renga. She was a dream.

Dream girl ❤️.