This was the day

Figueira came at night, but he was not alone. Zangrandi came with him. I frowned at Figueira but he shrugged in his turn. Told me he couldn't get rid of Zangrandi. Just because he disclosed he was coming here and Zangrandi pestered him until he gave in. Zangrandi was serious, as if he were an inspector, coming to witness whatever was happening here between Figueira and me. As if he wanted to make sure his friend would be safe.
I had the two sit down, Zangrandi in the couch and Figueira in armchair. Played some Ozric Tentacles to see what I could induce. The psychedelic tunes started taking on. Everything started going so clear, as if we were... on the street. I looked around and saw only Zangrandi. Heard noises and screams. He told me to look to the other side. Some hundred meters from us, Figueira, mounting a kid. Closer, it was the same kid. A police car approached, siren wailing. Figueira got off the guy's back. The rescue van was called; the kid wouldn't move. Figueira wouldn't stop crying. I came to, realized we were back in my living room. Figueira was crying and sobbing. He hadn't come to. Zangrandi looked at me as expecting me to tell him what to do next. I hushed him and listened to Figueira. He said he would never do that again. I asked him what and he said wrestling. I said I hadn't understood him and he said winning. I looked at Zangrandi and he looked at me. "This was the day", I said.

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