Poisoning And Bloating

The sacred truth

threw the cigarette butt blazing over the curb and went into the room. in the usual fauna, have seen a documentary. all completely different from what it was in the manner and appearance half an hour before, when they were alone at home to prepare for the evening, their friends foot, armpit and asshole.

first round in circles, with acquaintances and strangers, looking for Lisa. then I saw it. beautiful hair, velvet blacks, clear skin of alabaster, a lovely scar on his left eyebrow, eu n fat purple abuse of alcohol to young people sitting in front of her. yet I could not hear his words, but I saw him get excited in an attempt to obtain something to tell your friends that night.

I approached the table and greeted her with a nod, not seen her for a month, it seemed past one year.

the fat instead seemed Lou Ferrigno .

- is he? - Lisa asked while sitting.

- yes, him - she said - I think. six lost weight?

- yes - I said - I started smoking.

- for you - Lou had expected, - I would not expect a girl like this all the time. - And rose from the table eclipsing strobe lights behind his stupid mole.

- I'd go for you instead of running to the bathroom and saw me, Lou. - And took a seat at the table by focusing on her. - Sorry for the delay.

she just raise an eyebrow with the scar. that crash.

feel touched his shoulder.

- sorry, would you mind repeating what you said? - Was the voice of Lou.

- no, - I said without looking back. - You understand very well.

imagined the idiot behind me, red-faced and furious of childish pride in his brain loop, undecided whether to smash your face or work of fiction.

without taking his eyes off Lisa, got the ticket in my pocket and leaned on the table. was his farewell letter.

- and what does this mean? - I asked.

- Ciccio means goodbye.

again warned the hunky finger tap on my shoulder.

- hey, dickhead. - Lou did.

- sorry boy - I said just turning around and looking with one eye. - It is better if you go to play with other children here ... if we're talking about things - and at that point lievitai the chair pulled by the collar of his jacket, he found himself face to face with the fat man, who, well loaded, right behind my back, I sent it by priority mail right on the snout.

least that's what he wanted, because what happened was that instead of the fat found himself with his arm behind his back, his face pressed to the fork on the table and bet the chips under the chin.

- then a boy - I said as calm as a Dalai Lama with muscle wasting. - What is it that you have to do now?

- go play with other children. - Lou guessed.

- but the first thing you need to do?

- a saw in the bathroom.

- very good. - I said almost proud of him. so I let go his grip and let him get away without being seen again.

finally alone.

- is over. - She repeated looking at the fork to the chips. - And it's late.

motioned to get up but froze gripping hand, and unable to come up with something better I decided to tell her everything, the sacred truth.

and started from the beginning.