Vitote: "The truth is that when I say, fuck what jilipollas was"
B: "Do not say that"
Vitote: "It's true, I'm still quite jilipollas"
been ten years, I was an ax in Counter Strike and was hacked on the football field, I noticed vein and the hooker. He had spots on the face and weighed more or less the same as now, before the now red licorice for the MIR and its inherent physical inactivity. Girls do or damned if I did and now ... well, now more or less, although occasionally some decide to give me his phone number on the bus stop. At that time he was writing his monologues and practiced my imitations, flip to " El Informal" and drew maps on the table Commandos school class. Institute that drew nines and tens, speedily, and that I had won the more thugs on the basis of jokes, was light years better than school. He believed that the Year 2000 would bring us back to the stone age and I would not be able to do many things that had not yet, like buying a Dreamcast (malpensaos). At that time I still put the shirt of Fernando Redondo and carried Laetitia Casta stuck in my wallet.
I changed a lot since then. At that time did not know I would go so often to stage and it would throw so much, when you stop doing. I did not know that I would become a hooker rugby team, and it would throw so much, when it was over. Miss, nostalgia is accentuated at this time you're handcuffed to books. Everything seems to be farther, but when I remember everything that this guy got 14 years of effort basis and believe in yourself, I realize all I can do all that chubby kid that Joker fan of AC / DC deserves to do for him. For his effort would have been useless if I now leave me be dominated by hopelessness, statistics and forecasts at all promising.
And now, now I feel more tired, more bearded and more anxious. I make a world. One day 125 is an acceptable result, and the next day is a result of shit. I demand and I relax, I decided to replace questions comforting ride and now I feel guilty for wasting my time. I live in that tenuous line that separates madness from sanity, the good mood of anger. I hate and I love equally. It may seem balanced on aggregate, but if we stratify for hours the result can be very different (when the epidemiology enters your body can only break out your chest like the creature from Alien or small chorraditas well, I do not want to lose ground my room). Any doctor would prescribe a holiday, happy self-medication.
the future, the future is uncertain, the Vitote 10 years ago and it looked as coach of Salamanca or a book published. The Vitote today conforms to see the day 23 with a Cohiba in hand holding the storm is over (after the Vitote of 99 who loved "Independence Day" ). The Vitote the future I'm sure you release the decade with optimism and with gusto, because wherever you will run to support each melee, will continue to make stupid jokes and dreaming of changing the world, even the little they have around.
DOSMIRDIEZ HAPPY!
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