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@Greasy_Slag
In his twenties a young tanned, long haired Fiddy found himself at 10am in the morning on the Spiaggia Sabbie Nere, a volcanic beach in Italy. As with most Fiddy stories there were a few items of natural beauty along side him at the time (need I say more...) Then all of a sudden the silence was broken and a large black Mercedes with blacked out windows rolled up and out got 4 huge black men, armed with black spears, dressed in black trousers and tops.
They opened up the car and pulled out a large black stereo and good sized black Bar-B-Queue and walked down onto the black sand. The first two men stripped down to their black trunks and dived into the sea with their spears.
Paul being Paul couldn’t resist so walked over to make acquaintance, turns out they were US army boys from New York on their day off. By lunch time Paul was sat in the thick of them, smoking their Moroccan Black, eating their fresh octopus and listening to Black New York Music on their black beat box.
“Fucking wild man” was how he described it
He also described it as his “Black Day”