Man, what a day! I swear, Decima’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs. I woke up thinkin’ it’d be just another boring Tuesday. Boy, was I wrong.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, grabbin’ my usual espresso. You know, the one that’s so strong it could wake the dead? Yeah, that one. I’m sippin’ it, tryin’ to shake off the sleep, when I hear this loud crash. Like, what the heck? I look over, and some dude just smashed his bike into a lamppost. Classic Decima, right?
So, I rush over, and this guy’s sprawled out on the pavement, lookin’ dazed. I’m like, “Yo, you good?” He just groans and mutters somethin’ about his “precious ride.” I mean, c’mon, it’s a bike, not a Ferrari! But hey, I help him up, and he thanks me with a half-hearted smile. I’m thinkin’, “Great start to the day.”
Next, I head down to Piazza del Duomo. Beautiful spot, right? But today, it’s packed with tourists. I can’t even walk without bumpin’ into someone. I’m dodgin’ selfie sticks like I’m in a video game. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, knockin’ over a gelato stand. Ice cream everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on gelato massacre.
I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who doesn’t love a good gelato fight? But then, the vendor starts yellin’. He’s all red-faced, flingin’ scoops like they’re grenades. I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ to enjoy the chaos. Decima’s got its charm, ya know?
After that, I get a call. Some shady business goin’ down at Via delle Vigne. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I hop in my beat-up car, which, by the way, has a radio that only plays 80s hits. So, I’m cruisin’ to “Eye of the Tiger,” feelin’ like a champ.
When I get to the scene, it’s a mess. Cops everywhere, and I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, some gang’s been dealin’ right under our noses. I’m fumin’. How do these punks think they can just run wild in my city? I start interrogatin’ witnesses, but they’re all tight-lipped. Typical.
Then, I spot this old lady, sittin’ on her balcony on Via dei Fiori. She’s got a view of the whole street. I’m like, “Ma’am, did you see anything?” She just cackles and says, “Honey, I’ve seen worse!” I can’t help but chuckle. Decima’s full of characters, I tell ya.
After hours of dead ends, I finally catch a break. A kid, maybe 12, comes up to me. He’s got that look, ya know? The “I know somethin’” look. He whispers about a warehouse down by the docks. I’m like, “Bingo!”
I race over to the docks, heart poundin’. The sun’s settin’, paintin’ the sky orange. It’s beautiful, but I ain’t got time for that. I find the warehouse, and it’s dark and creepy. I’m thinkin’, “This is where horror movies start.”
I sneak in, and there they are. The gang, all huddled up, countin’ cash. I’m about to bust in when I hear a noise behind me. I whip around, and it’s that same kid! “What are you doin’ here?” I hiss. He shrugs, “Just wanted to see the action.”
I can’t believe this kid! But hey, he’s got guts. So, we both sneak in, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool. My heart’s racin’ like I’m in a freakin’ action movie. Just when I’m about to make my move, the lights flick on.
Surprise! It’s a trap! They knew we were comin’. I’m thinkin’, “Oh crap, this is it.” But then, the kid pulls out a smoke bomb. I’m like, “What the—?” He tosses it, and suddenly, it’s chaos. Smoke everywhere!
I grab the kid, and we bolt outta there. We’re runnin’ through the streets of Decima, dodgin’ bullets and bad guys. I’m laughin’ and cussin’ at the same time. This kid’s a legend!
Finally, we make it back to