Last Thursday, at dawn, I think that was 4 and a half or so, under the balcony of my house and as I was made flesh in the everyday neighborhood, a drunk began to whistled at someone who was away, he comes. Putting two fingers inside the mouth and making that unbearable, deafening beep that I never went out but the rest of the humans do them out.
And he whistled repeatedly, including with the powerful whistle some shouts like "EH!" or "HERE!" , interspersed with some uncertain soccer song. And never stopped. Because believe me I do not like going to the balcony to see who's balls the moron that is destroying the microclimate of the night downtown, I'd rather stay in bed and wait for the court alone. But do not stop, he insisted. And both insisted that I had no choice but to go for it, out onto the balcony and tell him, threatening voice: "Oíme, the further stressed shell of a bitch, because you do not stop yelling and whistling, unrecoverable ortho Do not you realize you want to sleep? " , to which the youth was a tense silence and then ask, sarcastically: " But part of who I say that? " to what answered "On behalf of the jam of the prostitute of your grandmother, you idiot ". And then the young man withdrew. And no more whistling. We see that you have respect for his grandmother prostitute, though in reality, not only do not know but I can not assert that it is actually a prostitute. Maybe I was right as a matter of chance, although I was never to be lucky for those things.
And then I went back to bed and lay down, but I could not sleep, the drunkard I had flown. And I began to scratch my calf with the toe nail the other foot, which I possessed, when nerves, anger and despair take hold of me and not let me go with my normal life, which in this case was sleeping, as befits Thursday at 5 am . And my wife is very upset with my calf scratched because she wakes up like me with bad born in the early morning shift, but then does not know how cazzo, close your eyes and goes back to sleep. You may have a button somewhere that still has not discovered and press it on and off, but I do not. In over 6 years together and we know well and yet I could not find the button on that.
Friday at 5 am spent something like three or four underfunded bastards started run another 3 or 4 threatening to kill shouting "GO THERE!" "LET THE MATAAAAR!" "LET THE MATAAAAAAAR !!!!"" We're going to MATAAAAAAR! " tirelessly repeating it, along with noises of runs, braking, piedrazos and broken glass. And once again could not get back to sleep. And I began to scratch up hurting her ankle.
After a few minutes of to give unfounded lacerations on his right foot, I looked to the side and I noticed that my wife had stuck a pillow over his head to avoid having to hear my constant "Scratch" , and then I pitied her and went to work earlier. It was 5 and a half ago, and had things to do in my shop so why not start from a good time? The day is in its infancy!
And I was lamenting not having seized the spiral kills mosquitoes, unique and archaic attachment I got a week to frighten them, because there Off in kiosks and corner stores. There is nowhere. And there are many mosquitoes. But if he came back by the spiral wake again to my wife and did not want to do, poor thing. And I left.
Throughout the workday, which was much larger than any other in recent months, mosquitoes and vejaron raped me mercilessly. The embarked with my shoulders, my neck, my chin, my ears, my cheeks. At about 3 pm I decided to turn an industrial fan that I have to frighten them. He gave no fan was a bit chilly. Much less was for industrial fan, blowing like hell. But I had no. Like the day is over, it only remained a few hours and should go look for my daughters spend the night at home.
When I went to look, the biggest told me that on Saturday at 2 pm was a birthday Roldan, who was to take at this time and go look at 6. And I recommended that smaller, while the largest was in the meet, took her to the cinema to see "RIVER" the latest film from the creators of "Ice Age" . And I say yes to everything, in 93% of cases.
As you can imagine, if I read regularly, do not go to shoping or fart. Or crosses my mind. But I have a problem with the youngest: she supposed to not pay the same attention as the largest and is constantly looking at me with big eyes looking for my acceptance, when it should know who does, and who has plenty of . But it needs a little more attention than they set sail on its own and so I offer rebalsante. Then, as never align the planets and we are never alone, I decided to taste and bring to shoping, inviting her to eat at McDonalds, and enjoy the new and absurd occurrence the creators of "Ice Age" , what the hell ...
was 3 pm and the sun shone in a day absolutely perfect and I said, "At least there will be no one in here, we will be more alone than Massera on the day of good person " but there was no place to park. I took some finding place. So, parked and resigned, I took my daughter's hand and plunged into the mall as if to cope with a tsunami, advancing the head of the body clearly has to be to receive a blow.
The shoping was up to her tits. Crowded. Hordes of useless looking glass with children crying because they do not buy even one of the things that gave rise relentlessly in each eye's visual angle. And attacked with great daring picking my way through the mob that eunuchs drooling like zombies, wandering slowly and aimlessly around the place. We arrived at the cinema, bought tickets and went to McDonalds, we had 40 minutes.
At McDonald's we attended a petite blonde with his big head that gave continuous hombrazos and elbows to the head, going from left to right behind her, confirming that orders are delivered well. The blonde did not change and I requested a debit card, I gave it and told me "Ok, here is your order" . And there was my order. I do not know how the heck did that, but the chick spent on the card and gave it to me and gave me the order. Never seen anyone prepare a tray with my order. But there it was. And it was my order. The transience of savage capitalism sometimes baffles me.
Then I went to the outside patio to eat with my daughter and I finished I walked away to look at the window of the library to smoke a faso and watch the showcase, which offered a wildly book "Almost Angels" a complete asshole subtitles Harry Potter style, now I do not remember but it was something like "Almost Angels and the cave of dawn curled walker" or "Almost Angels and the mystery of the totem of the Virgin circumspect" or "Almost Angels and sticky slime trail of Diablo" , was always unhappy they nail those names I do not understand what they mean or what they intend bullshit ... They want to demonstrate difficult to show that they speak, what do I know ... The book came out $ 133 was quite expensive, but it strikes me that that issue should sell like hotcakes, but not have it in the window. Beside him was the trilogy of Twilight to $ 120 or something, and then had a myriad of books stupid "theme" on the human body or the body of the dolphin, or the body of the platypus ; were stamped books that had a plastic doll in dolphin or platypus or human being, full of bones and muscles and digestive tracts: $ 190 out, and were a real shit. And then there was another that was offering "Learn to draw like a pro" , consisting of a box with a wooden doll those articulated joint with 3 pencils, 1 pencil sharpener and a block of sheets: $ 180 (The same is done in a house specializing in technical drawing is in Buenos Aires and San Luis, much less than 40% and much higher quality) . Negligible showcase, no question.
And it was time and I went to see the movie "RIVER" , the creators of "Ice Age" . The film was set in Brazil , rather than hate, and it was a real unusual dung. I've seen bad movies for children, but this is really desperate. The creators of supporting characters no longer working for them, do not stop to think a little piece on how to design them. The character who makes the parrot owner is "Elastic Girl" of "The Incredibles" is the same face, the cut and pasted in this movie. Copy and Paste. Throughout the film, filling many characters appear who are chubby. All have the same face. Just change the hair. Curly, peeled, with padlock beard with stubble. But it is always the same face.
The film tells the story of a blue parrot is stolen from their habitat and led to Minnesota but in the last transfer is lost in the street and a girl rescues him and promises that it will take care ... and spend 15 years and are good friends and she is great and has a library and is a Brazuca and tells him that his parrot is the latest blue male left in the world and in Brazil found the last female, so they should copulate (birds, not them) . And the convicts and travel to Brazil where they steal the parrot and the film is, from then on, how do both the parrots by his side as the other owners to be reunited, while in Rio is carnival and everybody move your ass with sequins. No
throughout the course of the movie a moment of surprise, one funny gag or a single original occurrence. And when the movie ended my daughter wanted to keep watching as they passed the letters, interspersed with photos, and I stared, and suddenly, including titles, appeared "Staff who wrote the story" . It was about twenty. Twenty guys probably took a hefty salary to meet in delirious brainstorms design a trite story absolutely, without a moment again, copied to the letter of the last 20 grossing films for children of Pixar, Walt Disney and Walrus Brothers or call shit.
And I left the cinema on the side you take, because sometimes, when leaving the room, you take on the one hand, and the cows. And I went out and walked toward the car and I realized one thing: During my stay at the mall I had not chopped a single mosquito. There are no mosquitoes in the shoping.
A friend of mine, Gabriel Colusso, wrote a song called, precisely: "In the shoping" , and played with our band in concert to promote the record and Gabriel was a preamble to the song making it a asks the audience:
Did you notice that in the vicinity of shopping malls, no people begging at traffic lights or guys trying to clear windscreen? Why is that?
're right, Gabriel, there is. There is also no mosquitoes. I do not want to talk to fart, because I went to supermarket shoping, but I'm sure and I bet everything I have, to have achieved Off if he went to buy it.
We dominated. And we are sheep. And we can not do anything. Matémonos.
In
shopping I look at people and think that nothing important
that lit mysteries All our thirst
drowned in a sea of \u200b\u200bpropaganda and dreams of others
paper
Everyone uses her disguise as set mirrors
who recite the truth
And a hidden signal
those bodies which are depleted
bleed bleed
where there
But you know I lost my compass
and your eyes show me something real
I be here without skidding
endless
even have to pay to see a moon shining life goes
Carlos Gabriel
Colusso - FIRE EXTINGUISHERS
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