Grandma, if you could only see me, wearing that chic Italian red coat...


Grandma, if you saw me in that chic, flashy red coat with orange gilded bordered buttons, striped lining and fake pockets, where you can’t actually put anything ...If you could hear me walking along the Italian sidewalks, click-clack-click-clack… Can you imagine, I still smoke. I roll my own cigarettes. I smoke them, pinching between the middle and index finger of your left hand, and draw and paint pictures with your right.