Francis is just out of home, his blue car that evolved from the thousand intenperie is bringing in low.
has two friends with whom you will see shortly, the appointment is for ten at the bar, where as usual there is all.
not a boy hugs and kisses but not by beauty and poetry damn damn, apparently is a guy like ten thousand others on the ground.
Eyes blacks, look uncertain, unkempt beard and hair as they are.
has a particular taste in dress, a little retro, so much to make it look like a professor of philosophy too young.
Francis had to beat cancer when he was just ventennne, an evil stupid to a stupid part of the body, the hand, the with which you do not grasp things I miss.
The fact remains that this thing has forever marked, now complain less and when it does, is always with the intention of drawing attention to herself, because even if it seems so strong and so macho on the outside in the inside is a butter mountain zone, with a pinch of salt.
Lord undecided, has never come forward with any woman, even someone who refuses to accept even arrived, and all for fear of the involvement of failure.
He spent a few nights holed up in his small apartment, holed up like a mouse to look preposterous film in black and white, to cover things which are written the night before and to control the agenda and the next assignment.
How much effort, yet it is not difficult to understand what he wants:
Perhaps a more serene life, perhaps
a woman and a little less bitchy bitch again of all those she met,
maybe some more to add to the examination booklet, or
...
Or a couple of coats shiny, silver-colored edge, than if it makes you look too bad to go to the brain.
Try a terribly angry furious to see those of his age who are all already there, maybe one is already married and also has a son in the project.
And Francis is swearing in front of his bitter spritz to creepy, has an insistent tune that hums in your ears for some day.
The stomach does distract from that thought so macabre.
Outside the window of the bar feels an uproar scoured preceded by a ferocious, and Alessio, the huge prick that took all of his DVDs, nearly two years ago still has not deigned to an "oh you will excuse them port as soon as I can "and then have the courage to organize an aperitif as well, as if nothing had happened ... poor bastard. Alessio
after two or three spritz is fully revved up and invites him and Mark in his house, which is not so much about her.
lives in a small town renovated the house next to his, and his parents, as everything is there, works hard, makes a metalworker and blowjob of cocaine that is a pleasure.
Francis was always so envious of his pure lines to do, but Marco is a bit like him, much more transparent, but not because he is different, but only because he never had that anger inside.
That anger has now wielding a baseball bat to Francis.
That anger that Mark has stunned on the ground, while Alex is in the bathroom with a CD in the hands of Simon and Garfunkel and the other a small bag of white powder that was taken from the cookie jar.
The music is so much higher that Alex does not even notice the crash, Francis was sitting in front of the glass table that looks at the red spots come from the face of Mark, spread all over the floor.
Alex comes up with a face ruined by cocaine and incredibly while talking about something stupid and meaningless, slips back in slick red and sticky.
has only a few moments before you know it really counts, the first to scream after watching his feet smeared with blood, before the hand of Mark clings to his suit in a desperate attempt to seek help.
few moments, a few seconds of darkness and teeth splashing away in the race, out of the mouth.
The strike is decided, you hear a nice crack, but not so dry that it breaks your head completely.
does not even fainted, cocaine is sometimes very useful if you of that good, I completely numbs the palate and gums, even if now your teeth and your gums are all one with the decor.
Poor thing, they have made the big eyes while trying to keep the blood in the mouth, as if to put a hand in front would do the trick.
Francis raises even more music ... hey boy hey girl, hey boy hey girl ... the bass pumping out of proportion, the plant is almost perfect, a Dolbear sounds crazy to even those who do not love the music really. About
as Alex threw his life on the shoulders of parents, without even paying the fucking bills in his apartment. Yet they should try
Francis of pity, but when the club makes the final stanza, the last piece of the infinite melody, the strength is superhuman.
now has two weights less, press the button opening the gate and walk away without haste on the road, quiet and intimate as the most beautiful prayer he could say.
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