tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74509414708050204482024-03-14T01:27:36.332-07:00The Ticket Machine!This is the story about a guy and his red metal friend: The Ticket Machine...
The first chapter is named "The Ticket Machine!", you'll find it down the site!
I think I've been getting better with every new text I upload.
Please tell me which parts you liked and which you hated!
*Hay un link a la versión en español a lado derecho --->"La Máquina de Tiquetes"
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Thnx!Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-7546410707654079922009-04-10T15:18:00.000-07:002009-04-10T18:49:15.631-07:00Just Playback, Delete and Rewind – Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItyjHdwTbeHoyWKHRhDZ6kv2bgyeAhqPj8s9f2n4QQEk14VBoXxnK8RIUnXeeczMKmRzsGA5gVrvWT8jErweSZkiDSyicO0s6H6HxPnxTcNoX3VPWbeIPM-N-PNCl5C2_QL3ZagNIfOCj/s1600-h/pant.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItyjHdwTbeHoyWKHRhDZ6kv2bgyeAhqPj8s9f2n4QQEk14VBoXxnK8RIUnXeeczMKmRzsGA5gVrvWT8jErweSZkiDSyicO0s6H6HxPnxTcNoX3VPWbeIPM-N-PNCl5C2_QL3ZagNIfOCj/s320/pant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323244928272055458" /></a><br />I have seen in so many movies how people watch a little film of their lives just before dying and I have always wondered which parts of my story I would remember.<br /><br />My mother used to tell me to look at the bright side to whatever problem I would have and give it a smile from ear to ear.<br /><br />So, if I ever get to die, I think I would bring up my happiest memories. Like when my classmate’s father died, poor girl, but she cannot deny how fun it was! <br /><br />One of my friends and I went to the funeral and everything; three months later we found her at the mall and he asked her: “Hi, sweetie! It’s been so long! How’s your Dad doing?” <br /><br />Then, he realizes that he had screwed it all up and trying to rectify his stupidity he continues: “Is the gentleman... still... dead?” <br /><br />I bet I would remember this stuff; it makes me laugh all the time! Or when I dressed like a woman for the first time and entered to the men’s bathroom at a hospital. Awkward!<br /><br />Life has its moments; I have to admit that since I told everyone in my family that I was a transvestite, things have been a little bit harder, but here I am, still looking at the bright side.<br /><br />Everyone in my family thought I was going through some kind of temporary phase when I started playing with dolls; no one said anything bad about me. The same situation happened when I used to paint my toenails, instead of watching violent cartoons. Finally, when I asked for pink make up and a beautiful vermilion dress, my whole family realized how “brain damaged” I was and my father couldn’t wait to kick me out of the house.<br /><br />The bright side tells me to look at it: I moved in with the coolest cheerleader I have ever met, but the negative events that came out so fast, make me think some crap.<br /><br />I met her one day at church; this cheerleader asked me if I would like to join the mime group, she said I had lovely eyes, the required body and other hundred compliments. She obviously liked me but the only reason why I accepted her invitation was the free make up!<br /><br />God loves everyone, He created us all and we should thank Him for letting us live. But why should I praise Him for making me born like this wreckage I am? Nobody has ever told me a good reason to do it or I have not search enough... but that is not the point! <br /><br />God, I mean, this ghost everyone seems to have heard of at least one time, is not perfect or he did not do his best when he molded the ceramic jar I call my body.<br /><br />I’m not sure if He exists at all. There are people in Africa starving to death and even His own sons and daughters are being killed when they preach about their Lord around the World, while my pastor’s hoodlum daughter consumes drugs! Why would any deity aloud all of this!?<br /><br />Could someone reply to this!? I guess not.<br /><br />Eventually, the cheerleader got to know how I felt about myself, my genre claustrophobia; she knew I was a woman chained inside a guy’s body. At first, she got angry with me because she found it out while she meticulously read my diary, but a few hours later, she sent me an e-mail encouraging me to leave our religion in order to be who I really was and if she would have to go with me, she would do it.<br /><br />Since that moment, I knew that she was one of those people that you would protect no matter what. I still have that letter and I still weep when I read it.<br /><br />Inside jokes, restricted chats and thousands of minutes alone taught us new meanings to typical questions. Soon, we became “Cheer” and “Mime”; everyone confused us as a couple and one afternoon she almost kissed me, I wanted to give her a shot but at the end I could not do it and we never try it again.<br /><br />Anyway, the mime group became a nice place to find some friends; we ordered a pizza after every practice and prepared an excellent performance. We even gave a sneak pick on YouTube and the video got lots of positive reviews from family and people from other churches. We were definitely ready for the great night.<br /><br />No one foretold that more than three hundred people would come to this Christian activity; we were very enthusiastic because almost of all them wanted to watch us! A mime group had never been that successful before!<br /><br />However, a manifold choir singed and then our group walked in the scenario. The lights pointed at us, we were all wearing dark maroon pants, azure glowing shirts, carmine ties and golden feather epaulets. I would be lying if I say that I was not nervous at all, but something kept telling me to stop being afraid of be myself and, as my mother would say, I looked at the audience smiling from ear to ear. That was the first time I ever got to use make up without being despised.<br /><br />The DJ did a hand gesture and played our song, three of the mimes hopped in front of me, drawing gallant lines with their dazzling white gloves. Next, two girls and one boy joined me to form a rock band with invisible instruments, while Cheer pretended to be a groupie who game me an imaginary blowjob for a few seconds. One person or two left the place after that, but most people laughed corruptly. We wanted to shock everyone and we were making it!<br /><br />I could recognize some mimes from other congregations; they were clearly envying our synchrony and feeling really amazed when they confirmed we were as superb as we were on the Internet.<br /><br />Finally, Cheer and I danced onto the center of the ring painted on the stage, the music slowed down and we executed some ballet moves. I had never been that happy in my entire life!<br /><br />We did a remarkable job, every step was specifically positioned and the crowd praised our passion! It is safe to say that none of us did anything to ruin it and that the pastor’s little girl threw our work away all by herself, along with my honor, joy and even part of my identity.<br /><br />“STOP THIS SATANIC PARTY RIGHT NOW!” she yelled, nobody shouts at Church but the preacher’s daughter, who is seldom here, seemed to be forgiven as she invaded our zone.<br /><br />“What did you say, miss?” I furiously asked, while everyone in the rows of seats exclaimed dramatic sentences in unison.<br /><br />“Someone detain this devilish act! I can’t believe my father granted a homosexual in this holy activity!”<br /><br />“Wait a second! I am not gay!” (This is the truth, because even when all of my neighbours see me as a boy, on the inside i am a girl who likes guys).<br /><br />“No, you’re worse than that. This young man dresses like a lady! I saw him wearing a tiny skirt, tall heels and unsuitable underwear for his masculine anatomy, just forty minutes ago. He and his female partisan thought they were alone at the girl’s vestry... If it wasn’t for me, everyone in this church would’ve never noticed this sloppy sin. This will teach you to respect me as I deserve” then she stroke a pose to give me a bitchy smirk.<br /><br />Contrary to my stoop silent reaction, Cheer was not as bewildered as I was, in fact, she slapped the tattletale child! No one in the crowd did anything, she really deserved that.<br /><br />“HOW DARE YOU TO HIT ME LIKE THAT!?”<br /><br />“Well, I did it and I am not sorry. Just because you’re rejected from every group that exists in this country, that doesn’t give you the right to divulge someone’s life...” my best friend replied “And yes, Mime doesn’t feels like a man. So, what!? We were going to make it public tonight, but this little hypocrite and drug addict spread the word first. Now, if anyone in those series of steps is going to mess with us because of my friend’s sexuality, you should start with this stray kid and her stupid problems with cocaine and weed”.<br /><br />These kinds of things are the ones that get my attention, like a giant halt to wonder how God can let one of His sons lost his happiness. There is no god.<br /><br />My lungs were about to explode, not even the car accident Cheer and I were going to have the next night hurt that much. I could not breathe or talk, the only word that got out of my mouth was “NO”; my eyes were in pain for all the tears I cried, some of my friends were more scared than I was when I crashed the stage trembling. The darkness took me, I was dazed.<br /><br />The pastor’s daughter ran away and the lights were turned off. Unexpectedly, everyone watching did a standing ovation; they thought everything was part of the show; my life had turned into a play.<br /><br />The grandest accomplishment I have ever reached and I did not witness it. I wish I could have filmed the whole thing.<br /><br />“WAKE UP!” Cheer screamed frightened while I was still dizzy, I tried to open my eyes slowly. After some attempts, my view was completely clarified and I remembered everything: my boyfriend found out that I was a guy and when I came home to pack up my things and leave the city, someone knocked me out!<br /><br />My arms and legs were tied to the chair I was sitting on, my lips were stick with gray tape and there he was. At first, I could not recognize him; maybe I was so freaked out that I focus my attetion on Cheer’s injuries. She was lying in the floor with blood stains all over her clothes; her wheelchair was almost destroyed and completely useless. I heard her whispering my name but everytime she tried to continue with a phrase, the guy would slam her with his baton.<br /><br />“What the hell are you doing!?” I yelled.<br /><br />The guy was so fearful that he dropped his metallic expandable stick when I spoke, his pupils were moving weird and his face was marked with inflamed veins. He was wearing a sleeveless perspirated white shirt and dark blue jeans with several parts ripped.<br /><br />“You’re AWAKE!” he replied as he intermittently smiled and made mad face.<br /><br />I was not possible; he was in prison, far from my friend and me. After he threw us into the cliff in the car accdident, Cheer knew that I could profit that chance to disappear; the police would think that he had murdered me and my friend would affirm that.<br /><br />At that moment, our bodies were upside down, her legs were violently stucked against wrinkled metal from the car itself, her brain was overloaded with blood and my head was still reeling, the idea of a new life as a girl seemed to be perfect.<br /><br />Besides, he was obviously going to have a trial for making us fall there, but his father was obcenely rich and he would have paid anything to take him out of jail. By faking my death, we had found a manner to keep away the man who wanted to kill us, forever or we thought so...<br /><br />“How did you get to us?” I asked pale.<br /><br />“Does it matter?” he argued as he picked his weapon and pointed me with it at the distance “Is that so damn important!?”<br /><br />“I am... I’m sorry, dude...” I answered sobbing.<br /><br />“Save those false tears, they won’t do any differense now... Or will they erase every memory of me sucking pricks when I was seizured!? It’s too late. Your weeping won’t give me all the time I loose, it won’t return my virginity back and definately won’t revive my sister either...” he said while he was aproching to me.<br /><br />He was not doing anything unpredictable, we ruined his life and he was going to slay us, especially me, after all, according to the newspapers, internet and people from my old church: I was already dead.<br /><br />“Any famous last words you’d like to share?” he questioned as he stained my face with my agonizing friend’s blood by pushing his baton against one of my cheeks.<br /><br />“Yes...” I pointed out defiantly “I’m sorry about your sister, but sooner or later, everyone would discover that the pastor’s DAUGHTER was a drug addict and it’s not my fault that she committed suicide right after the show, she wasn’t strong enough to deal with her problems and I had nothing to do with that. She had issues and you know it… I’m also sorry about your mom; I heard that she suffered a heart attack when she saw your sister hanging inside her room!” I exclaimed scared “I’ve got an advice I’d advise you to take: Everything what you felt that was wrong, is wrong again; killing us will only complicate things even more and you’ll be arrested for second time… You can do better than that. Don’t you believe in God? Don’t you believe in forgiveness? Open your eyes and see what you have become!”<br /><br />I would never try to convince someone about something using a lie… However, I had to do an exception and it worked… Our kidnapper fell on his knees, crying, claiming for God’s help and regretting all these things that he did to us. But he did not stop there, his temperament increased like flames on gas!<br /><br />He stood up screaming and beating the furniture, walls and lamps. There were ornaments, dishes and pieces of broken electrical appliances everywhere. As I was tided up to the chair, I let myself crash the ground, so I could grab one of those sharp objects and cut my hindrances!<br /><br />The preacher’s son was smashing things in the kitchen when I went to check if Cheer was still alive. She had lost big amounts of blood, but if I moved swift, I could take her to the hospital! All I had to be was very careful.<br /><br />Have you heard of internal displacements which are transmitted to big distances in the shape of waves? They can be of low intensity or they can be devastating. You probably have, must people name them as earthquakes. I call them bad luck and, when I opened the door of the apartment carrying Cheer, I had an accurate dreadful fortune.<br /><br />The young unhinged man came running to the living room and tripped over one of the suitcases I had left unfinished when he arrived. Quick as flash, I put down my wounded friend and straightaway searched a crystal shard, pitifully, he got up first and tackled me out to the corridor.<br /><br />“SOMEBODY HELP ME!” I desperately shouted, but nobody appeared.<br /><br />We were lying down the old wooden floor, fighting, he was on top of me, trying to snatch the piece of broken glass I was holding, and I was making the effort to stab him with it.<br /><br />“LET ME GO!” I yelled when I got to stick the crystal in his left arm.<br /><br />The kidnapper had to release me; I almost stumbled attempting to flee, my freedom was shown to me through the oriel window at the end of the path, all I had to do was cover a couple meters and down the stairs at the end!<br /><br />Cheer! I had to take her with me! But if I went back for her, the pastor’s son would catch me again! Damn… I had to return, climb the three steps I had downed and rescue her.<br /><br />It was too late, not just for her and not just for me, we where all going to Hell. Mirthfully for the abductor, he achieved to launch us like a rocket through the window, rupturing every glass panel. Our bodies fell swirling, we wanted to slay each other but when we knew both of our lives were going to end, none of us dared to let go the other.<br /><br />As simple as that, when we experience the anticipation of some specific pain or danger, we tend to do anything to escape or help us fight against it. Some may leave their pride and others their egocentrism, even when that means to become an insignificant ice cube among icebergs. What really matters is to be safe, to feel protected, to have the certainty that someone loves us and will miss us in case that we would vanish from Earth.<br /><br />A couple minutes earlier I would have compared Jesus to a fairy tale and, by the end of that very second, my soul was contrite and disposed to kneel before Him. I wanted to go to Heaven, I had chosen to believe.<br /><br />It was time to crash against the ground, to scatter my brains all over the paving and to welcome my fate. But just before that happened, a film began to project inside my head.<br /><br />Out of nowhere, the happiest memories of my life came up. I remembered my days at school when I was popular, the first time I blew myself a kiss through a mirror with my brand new cherry lipstick, the moment I met Cheer and my performance with the Mime group at church.<br /><br />My eyes were closed; I was happy and smiling from ear to ear. I had died, but my soul would live forever.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-44984082490003331152009-02-08T22:38:00.000-08:002009-02-11T19:50:57.072-08:00Just Playback, Delete And Rewind – Part I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1C2DCcBTXlU94zEmNRd2ZUi4jLh363hTtTchSwdPXZbllsdevsz-hqiMlPfJdehsHd8FsaFTzoe0dofTTGSHRMxmsVn2zt-wYedT2nlc2q2zkYbSXj6peEWC759xGnkH_OpW4uExXqYx3/s1600-h/nuclear.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1C2DCcBTXlU94zEmNRd2ZUi4jLh363hTtTchSwdPXZbllsdevsz-hqiMlPfJdehsHd8FsaFTzoe0dofTTGSHRMxmsVn2zt-wYedT2nlc2q2zkYbSXj6peEWC759xGnkH_OpW4uExXqYx3/s320/nuclear.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300694620681571650" /></a><br />I love television, how it takes us to another reality, especially when a science fiction show is on. Everything we watch is design to develop a specific reaction in our minds. When a foolish man is shown carrying lots of boxes and let them fall, for example, that is suppose to make you laugh. Never the less, my favorite illustration would be the Nuclear Family, yes: perfection, they say. I wonder how many people have been depressed because they don’t have the Dad they see everyone has on TV, maybe the Mother who cooks exquisite food or even the peaceful brothers and sisters. <br /><br />There is no one on Earth that has not ever felt wrong as a family member, just because the stupid yelling or fighting do not appear on the screen with the utopian Nuclear Family! Build one of those and your life will be considered as successful, lose it and you will be a failure. <br /><br />Well, let me tell you a sad story about me, when I was younger. They always said that our lives would never lack of blessings, that our future would be great, but… at the end: we resulted to be a Failure (yeah, with a capital F)… and it was not our fault, we never saw that coming, we just… failed… or the truth: they made us fail. I don’t know what we did to them, but it must be something awful! Nobody would destroy a family because they felt like doing it, would they?<br /><br />I liked when I had what it seemed to be pure fiction, at least I had an actual family and every neighbor in the block was not as happy as I was… In fact, I could see through their eyes how much they wanted their kids to be as nice as I was, like an angel. <br /><br />I used to be a very social boy, full of kindness and surrounded by happy thoughts. But that is part of the past now, back in time, when nobody knew me as #07.<br /><br />It’s amazing how an unexpected situation can blend your soul like a tree struggling to stay where it is against a tornado and, suddenly, the tree is no more than a bunch of dispersed branches in an eroded place that was your home once.<br /><br />It sucks when that happens, when everything you new as normal turns to be a luxury and you don’t know if there is any chance to recover what you had. Then, it comes: the craziest idea arrives to your mind and you think it is the best that you have, so you follow that freaking idea until you realize… there was another way. Damn, that really sucks.<br /><br />One of my friends just called me to tell me where the responsible of my four long years behind bars is. Obviously, I thank him for this enjoyable information; the only thing I forgot to ask him was the direction of the travesty’s house, nothing that a simple text message couldn’t clear up.<br /><br />I got to her home, but someone else opened the door. The lovely old woman explained me that the gray-eyed girl who sold her the house, moved with her best friend: a handicap blond girl with a plastic leg. Excellent, now I could finish what I left incomplete before going to jail. <br /><br />I remember how I chased them; they were a little bit different of what they have become these days: the disabled girl didn’t have a wheelchair that hampered her from her cheerleader jumps, and the transvestite didn’t have breasts, he was just a normal gay man. <br /><br />Oh, boy, I really wanted to get rid off them and I almost did! <br /><br />One winter night, I borrowed my dad’s school bus and waited in front of the cheerleader’s house, when they finally came out and got inside the car, I turn the bus on. The pursued had begun.<br /><br />If I remember right, cursing, screaming and all kinds of laments were their favorite quotes to pronounce. It took me less than five minutes to scare the hell out of them.<br /><br />The blond lady accelerated her long and metallic green automobile; I bet they were really terrified about a drunken guy chasing them and constantly crashing the back of that girly car. I wish I could have filmed that…<br /><br />If this would have happened to me, I would not be so fearful, instead, I would think about that sick weirdo that is trying to kill me, you know? I mean, a good behaved young man who has been always known for his kindness do not changes to be a murderer so quickly! I would have wondered why this drunkard was so mad, try to calm him down and find a solution to his problem. Man, I was so drunk then… All I can do is laugh!<br /><br />Eventually, their loud voices, the high speed and the reckless driving won us another participant in our survival horror game: a cop, whose siren sounded more like an ambulance. Poor man, he told me to stop at the count of three… He had a beautiful motorcycle, though. <br /><br />Anyway, if I wanted to make them pay for their deeds, I had to do it before getting caught by the police. So, I step on the gas pedal, went to the right and then to the left, hitting the automobile with so much strength that it spun! The passenger’s door was against my bus, even one of their wheel burst! And when I thought that could not get better, a hole in the street made the green car turn 90 degrees to the side! What a wonderful thing: golden sparks illuminating the darkness! Free fireworks!<br /><br />The cop’s face was priceless, he said “Oh, my God!” more than twenty times! Then, a curve in the road show me the end was near, I kept pushing until I threw them into a ravine. The bus almost fell as well, but I could stop it just in time. Sadly, the cop survived and arrested me when I peacefully got out. I wish I would have escaped when I had the chance; those four years at prison were infinite torture.<br /><br />This is a fun fact I learned at jail: when it comes to a crime, people only criticize the bad guy’s attitude and never talk about his feelings, they don’t speak about his world and how it dropped to pieces.<br /><br />My life had always been very easy, everything was like a fairy tale and, now, I’m one of those people with depressive days because I don not have that stupid Nuclear Family. God, what did I do to you!? WHY ARE YOU PUNISHING ME!?<br /><br />Breathe, dude! Breathe… Stop trembling… Relax… Remember that your friend told you were the cheerleader and the transvestite are! So, calm down… Everything is going to be fine.<br /><br />I found out that they were living at a humble apartment building, spider webs and roaches were part of the interior decoration, and these adornments appeared more frequently as I walked up to the next floor. When I made it to the seventh floor, the outer soles of my shoes were totally painted with green insect insides. I would have used the elevator, but I was afraid that a bat would bite me!<br /><br />Each one of my steps gained sound thanks to the old wooden floor and, when my steel expandable baton slipped from my hand, the sound evolved into noise! But no one heard it or, at least, nobody cared of what happens inside the building.<br /><br />I got to their apartment, the door was semi opened. A hot crying girl was desperately walking from one room to the other, picking up some of her stuff and putting it inside old boxes. She was so busy that she did not realize when I went inside. <br /><br />I was starting to think that I had sneaked into a wrong apartment; this young woman was not familiar to me, I had to get out before she would see me, but I waited a few moments because she began taking her dress off (I was going to kill someone, watch a sexy ass could not make my staying at hell worst). Then… a big nude penis denounced “her”… And I knew that I was at the right room.<br /><br />“Dear, are you there?” she said worried, someone was behind the wall and she knew no wheelchair had entered because it usually does a unique noise when it comes.<br /><br />I could hear her agitated lungs, slow steps and three cell phone keys being pressed! She forced me to act sooner and I surprised her by hitting her head with my baton. Naturally, she fainted, which gave me time enough to tie her up, steal a few beers and smoke a few cigars.<br /><br />Why do people have to change? What stuffs make us grow up and what things sink us down? How did I turn into a nicotine addict? When am I going to reach happiness again? Where is my dad?<br /><br />The last time I spoke with my father was the next day after my release, he was kind of nervous when he first saw me walking straight to his house, and I don’t blame him, no one tells our parents how to deal with criminals. However, Papa stopped pruning the grass, my lips were not capable to move and my legs were shaking worst than ever. I would like to clarify that I am a real man, but, when my father held me so tight, I could not detain the tears running down my face and dampening his shoulder. I felt just like the Prodigal Son... Just after this, he told me that I had to leave the property.<br /><br />“What… What did you say, Dad!?” I asked him with my breaking voice.<br /><br />“Well, son… I mean! Friend…” he said while he seriously checked nobody saw us together and continued “I don’t know how to start… So, I’m just going to throw it all: I’ve moved on”<br /><br />“Sorry, Dad, I… I don’t get it. What do you mean by that?”<br /><br />“I have a wife now and soon: a new son, a real one… one that’s going to have my blood”<br /><br />“If this is a joke, then, why aren’t we laughing? Papa, you can’t be serious about this. <br /><br />Mute time without end. Prison was not as ruff as this.<br /><br />“I did it because of you! I went to jail because of YOU!”<br /><br />And he got angry at me, so much that he hit me. That guy really wanted me out of his life. I guess his past was too painful and every time he would look at me… he would remember my mother and my sister.<br /><br />“Did you see what you just made me do!? I never touched you before and now you’re crying in the floor. Get up! You are an adult, go and build your life away from mine.”<br /><br />“DAD, DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE! All I wanted to be was…” <br /><br />“WHAT!? A BRAINLESS MURDERER!?”<br /><br />“Papa, All I wanted to be was one of your children…”<br /><br />The gray-haired man grabbed my neck with his left arm; stood me up with the other and told me what hurt me the most: “Do not call me like that again. You… Listen carefully: From now on, you are not any of my relatives. I never commanded you to kill those people. I loved you as a real son… But what you did trying to make me feel better was wrong. I lost my wife and my girl: my biological daughter that was so hard to have… and then, like if this wasn’t enough, the only ALIVE person I loved got in jailed. Do you blame me for moving on!? Well, I heard once that nobody can be slave of his own identity, when a possibility of change comes, you have to change… and I did. I advise you to take this opportunity, live a whole new experience… away from me”.<br /><br />He left me out of his house and locked the door. Less than a minute later, his current spouse arrived, she was worried, kind and doing everything to help a stranger like me. <br /><br />She asked my name and if I was fine, but I walked away as my father told me. After that day, I started regretting what I did… However, I came to the cheerleader’s apartment to end what I began. <br /><br />Could I? Should I?<br /><br />Oh, God. I no longer know if I should carry on with this… What is wrong with me!? It is too late to stop. The wooden floor creaks again, a door opens as an old wheelchair squeaks. I hope that the neighbors are not slept, because this is going to be the noisiest night of their lives.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-60387751549987931802009-01-02T13:37:00.000-08:002009-01-17T10:27:23.104-08:00This (Wild) Animal I Have Become<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZQvA1R2PZDbI9MYIz2pFl0Z8mUYESVkxe6BXnZJRrHEASRYebT2dB8OvtePz0qbRj0mwbHW6YY7AdqUS3vpm3q9OLeo2oBCtovCg2ZVnjuZokH0SwD_2oUyX7xmV7PZI0OUf87FD3JR4/s1600-h/restroom.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZQvA1R2PZDbI9MYIz2pFl0Z8mUYESVkxe6BXnZJRrHEASRYebT2dB8OvtePz0qbRj0mwbHW6YY7AdqUS3vpm3q9OLeo2oBCtovCg2ZVnjuZokH0SwD_2oUyX7xmV7PZI0OUf87FD3JR4/s320/restroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286815394458272706" /></a><br /><br />Opportunities: We all have them. We choose how to live, who to love and even if you want to love someone. Sometimes it’s better if we use those chances to take advantage at some point, but there comes a time when it’s greater if you reject them, that shows your strength, your courage to stop some addiction or your determination to become a person who knows how to take care on his own.<br /><br />I got one of those opportunities and took it, of course, the consequences made an almost instant appearance; I became addicted to a ticket machine, mostly to its own side effects like meeting girls, sex, girlfriends, parties and, hell yeah, more sex. At least, I know I can stop this whenever I want. Just like smoking, even though I keep asking for #30’s cigars… But I will stop doing those things whenever I want.<br /><br />Another problem I got is this weird confusion that invades me everyday when I walk near to the chalkboard I have in my bedroom. It’s really cool, I’ve saved all the tickets I’ve taken in the library and nailed them into that wood slate. #07 asked me about it the other day; I told him it was a collection. Can you believe it? A collection, I collect people, like objects that I can use when I need them. I’m a human-kleptomaniac, I steal lives and, some may not be aware that I have committed that theft, but she paid attention and #47 got rid of me.<br /><br />Now, because of the weirdest dream I’ve ever dreamt, I decided to change my lifestyle this morning, but I came to this point: good people are boring and I’m the totally the opposite. <br /><br />Tonight, I’m going to be awake until dawn, nothing that a couple of prayers cannot erase. I guess I’ll have to go to church next Sunday. I know that the word “Why?” is coming to your mind and the answer is easier than the question: I don’t want anything to ruin my day, so, I won’t talk (or fight and cry for forgiveness) to #47 until I would miss her really much. “So, who are you going to spend the night with?” you question again (damn, you’re too curious!) and I’ll reply that #97, the red hair girl who gives massages, is my date.<br /><br />Maybe you remember I don’t love her, I bet you also know she thinks I’m her boyfriend. Well, as I told you a little while ago, I got human-kleptomania and chicks like these are indescribably indistinguishable from the first kind of “opportunities” I commented about at the beginning. Obviously she accepted when I asked her to go the fanciest restaurant in the city (yeah, the one where now lies a plastic extra leg).<br /><br />It’s going to be a wonderful night full of relax and comfort, let’s bring the drama dose of the day: “Do you know what #07 exactly did to get caught in jail?” I rustled to #30 while the three of us were in the movie theater, watching a film that reminded me of the supposed man killed by my main dude’s cellmate.<br /><br />“Shut up, dude. He’ll find out what we’re up to!” he reproached inclining his body to my seat, so our friend could not understand a single word. The woman in the back apparently heard everything and shouted us to do silence. Oh, lovely irony. <br /><br />Anyway, I managed to explain with my hands we were going to talk about #07’s link to the guy from the ID I found at the gray-eyed girl’s house the other day.<br /><br />The movie was almost perfect. It was funny, cool and had an interesting development. It was a little confusing though, just like me.<br /><br />We went to the food court and #07 left us for ten minutes to talk to a hot girl who was giving small tickets to gain a discount at our favorite pizza place. So, #30 and I looked for a decent table, one in the big balcony seemed quite good, we could smoke and see the artificial waterfalls outside the colossal building. I really like them, their structure, how they are presented. It looks alike to real cascades. I wonder how much money they cost to the mall. Wait a second... Why do I care? Well, there’s an empty table we can use to eat and appreciate how the transparent liquid flows between little rocks specially positioned by expensive architects. I can cheat myself and pretend that I have no problems occasionally. Five, four or one minute, at least a few seconds watching the waterfalls and I’m out of this universe.<br /><br />“Stop acting like you’re retarded, dude!” said #30 as paper ball made out of a napkin woke me up. With no #07 around, we could freely speak about him and we did. I had so many questions. Why did he go to jail if he claims innocence? If he didn’t kill the owner of the ID, does that makes #47 guilty? That would have sense, she had the ID. What if she murdered him and ran away after leaving proves that took my cellmate’s friend to prison? But, why would she want to slay that guy? What did he do to her?<br /><br />“Maybe we should tell him about the ID”- I told to #30, who preferred not being involved. Damn curiosity. I need to know the truth- “But later, here he comes”.<br /><br />#07 wasn’t as happy as we expected him to be after talking to the hot girl in the entrance. “I invited her to go out tonight but she just gave me her phone number” he said.<br /><br />There’s not such thing as perfect happiness, there’s always something missing. No matter how many things we have, we are never complete. The day we had no more goals in life, we’ll be dead.<br /><br />“Look at the cascade, #07. It’ll take your problems away” I affirmed as I moved my arms imitating waves. But I just made him laugh... Who would’ve known? I’m a possible killer’s waterfall.<br /><br />We ate six combos together, the food was delicious and we laughed as never before, especially when #76 appeared. I introduced her to the guys as my biggest fan; she just giggled and blushed, as usual, she didn’t realize we were making fun of her enormous wart, her breast-less chest and, generally, her ugly body. Some say the inside is what matters, but they said that because they didn’t meet #76.<br /><br />She went to the mall because I told her; I had some homework to do for the next day and, as I had a date with #97, it was impossible for me to make it. That’s where #76 does her amazing entrance. So, I gave her my notebook followed by a fake “Thank you very much, you’re great!” and she left smiling.<br /><br />“I’m glad she’s finally gone!” said #30 stretching his arms up.<br /><br />“Why?” asked my other friend.<br /><br />“She is visually uncomfortable” he responded.<br /><br />“A fancy synonymous to Ugliness” I added to finish the cruel joke as we all burst out laughing. Its official, if I don’t go to church this Sunday after telling this, I know I’m going straight to hell.<br /><br />Where does that come from? Why do we need to feel greater than other people? What makes us destroy someone’s life? Is it to make our self-esteem grow higher? I remember I used to talk about those things with #21; I have days without seeing her… But I’d phone her tomorrow; I had to get ready for my date!<br /><br />I borrowed #07’s car to pick my girl, it was very important to make sure that everything worked perfectly that night, I was dating a chick I didn’t really like and I wanted to try to love her. That would be a nice way to forget my sexy religious ex: the gray-eyed girl. I wish I could’ve been careful with her, #47 was unique.<br /><br />Anyway, we arrived to the restaurant and I felt lucky to have #97 by my side, she looked pretty hot in that black dress. A waiter took us to the table I booked last week, however, I never expected what happened. <br /><br />My girlfriend was sitting behind an apparently strong man; he was wearing a cool shirt and a silver watch, but that way of dressing was not what interrupted my peace. He was speaking to the gray-eyed girl and I could tell by the way she stared at me, how surprised and happy she was to attend to our destinies’ reunion.<br /><br />The waiter gave us two menus and went back to his place near to the main doors; my girlfriend kept talking to me but I couldn’t take my eyes off #47 who was doing the same. Strangely, there was a sexual spirit between us, even when she never wanted it before. I had to do a sign.<br /><br />“I’ll be back in a minute, baby. My bladder is suffering” I joked to #97 as I stood up. She laughed and agreed with me.<br /><br />I walked straight to the men restroom; before entering, I threw a look back and caught the gray-eyed girl coming to meet me. Nobody saw us going inside together.<br /><br />There were a few seconds of silence in that black place, but those were changed by apologizing comments from both of us. Then, I kissed her with passion, love and all my soul. I really missed her. I grabbed her from the ass to put her on the dry lavatory and, while I softly bite her lower lip, she asked me: “How much do you care for me?” I tried to give her a clear answer as I tasted her neck: “So much… I assure you… Anything or anyone could separate us”, I told her those last words gazing at her beautiful eyes.<br /><br />“Really?” she added amazed.<br /><br />“Yeah”, I replied. Then, I kissed her again and again. At that moment, my hands were starting to explore her virgin breasts.<br /><br />“Now… listen… listen to me” she said while sweating. But I told her everything was fine, that I would block the door with a broom (which I did) and that we would break up with our couples, she just had to let the situation run and enjoy it.<br /><br />“Before going further… Oh, God… I want to tell you that I love you as well… Oh, Lord… And I have a… Yeah, THAT”, she exclaimed scared.<br /><br />Honestly, an 8 inch erect penis is not what you imagine to find out when you touch between a hot girl’s legs.<br /><br />“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, BITCH!? WHAT’S THAT!?” I yelled while I quickly walked backwards and hit a bathroom door with my back.<br /><br />She tried to explain this whole new discovery; the only thing I did was throw up in the lavatory and taking her arms off me. There was no excuse for that. Why didn’t she tell me before!?<br /><br />Opportunities: We all have them and I should’ve rejected the bible she or he gave me the day we met; I should’ve denied those gray eyes, those eyes that couldn’t avoid my angry fist. Yeah, I couldn’t hold the fury, but that just revealed the truth. At that instant, she had a brown crying iris in her face and I had a contact lens in one of my knuckles, then, everything turned so clear that I could smell reality: #47 was the man of the ID.<br /><br />#07 got in jailed for a crime he didn’t commit. He had to know that his suppose victim was alive. This travesty deserved prison and even death!<br /><br />“You do not have freaking idea of what expects for you, piece of crap” I said before cleaning my mouth and spiting a residue of vomit to the lavatory, leaving her/him weeping in the restroom floor.<br /><br />I fixed my tie while I returned to my table. #97 asked me what took me so long. The lack of toilets was a good reason for her and immediately she noticed I was sick. We left the place, I wish we had gone to see a waterfall, but we didn’t. I took advantage of the opportunity to call #07 to tell him about everything while #97 got in the car. He was astounded and I was happy to be obliging.<br /><br />What makes us destroy someone’s life? The desire of revenge may be the answer; also the need to recover our fallen status, but, most of the times, the real motive is to make our self-esteem grow higher.<br /><br />If someone doesn’t want his or her life to be ruined, that someone should be careful of the words he uses, the way she looks at people or, merely, don’t mess with me. I’m not just a normal guy. I hope #47 rotes in jail, I really do.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-3530097176112112552008-08-19T00:44:00.000-07:002008-08-19T01:05:53.092-07:00There Is Nothing You Can Do That I Have Not Already Done To Myself<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MPsKUq0Msdp8y5ZmGxjLyo8B2Xh7bgf_EUSSnvHXaZ-zopqIJZnSdc0_jY0iT6FSoL0sY7QUTErXyBxfFP-8LdJJ5a379AdbR9Sh7Vhkk4RM_saV5xZTIqG_qAcZnoXJva2x2Q1BgatD/s1600-h/%2330.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MPsKUq0Msdp8y5ZmGxjLyo8B2Xh7bgf_EUSSnvHXaZ-zopqIJZnSdc0_jY0iT6FSoL0sY7QUTErXyBxfFP-8LdJJ5a379AdbR9Sh7Vhkk4RM_saV5xZTIqG_qAcZnoXJva2x2Q1BgatD/s320/%2330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236135947782984098" /></a><br /><br />Last night someone dared to call me a liar, she refused to believe me and I couldn’t tell her how angry, stupid and funny misunderstanding was going on.<br /><br />I did what I always do after the blue-eyed girl’s funeral: I tried to stay calmed to get my thoughts clear and say the perfect phrase.<br /><br />I love it when you think you’re right and I don’t say a word, even knowing you’re wrong. It’s funnier to let you act like a cocky Wiseman than repeat how idiot you are again! It gives a whole new meaning to “humbleness”.<br /><br />#47 was so mad at me… And she had no reason at all. She can’t see we’re not having a serious relationship… We’re just having a good time together (and by that I don’t mean we are having sex. She never wants!) and be good friends. We’ve made out a couple times, true, but I’m not her boyfriend. <br /><br />She thinks I love her, when I just like her. I’m not of those guys who enjoy being chained to a woman, walking all day long together and sending cute text messages to each other. I’m the Library Stud. I’m better than that, I number women to choose witch of them are the hottest.<br /><br />Anyway, I met #97 a couple weeks ago at the library; she has red curly hair, cool sense of humor and she is a great physical therapy student. The Ticket Machine gave me an almost perfect number that I had to check out and verify if her skills were good enough for my standards.<br /><br />After five sessions and three dates, this new girl fell in love with me. She said I was handsome, funny, and sexy and all those nice things we all already know. When I noticed those stupid eyes accompanied with a silly lovely voice, I decided to tell her the truth.<br /><br />“Here’s the thing… I like you, I really like you. But not in the same way you like me…” I told her with an unsure gesture on my face. I was pretty secure about what I was doing: preparing her to know we’d never get to a second level in a relationship, but when I saw her sad and desperate eyes my soul was touched!<br /><br />“I really like you…. But… not in the same way you like me… because… I… love you! YES! That’s reason! I Love you more than myself! Well, not so much… But I love you!” I assured, even knowing I was going to regret it, I lied! <br /><br />I hate when I can’t say “no”, that’s the reason why accept those few cigarettes from #30 and #07. “Pity” is a great feeling to help people. I just think I can help my friends by giving them always what they expect from me. I wish I could erase that imperfection.<br /><br />However, I went to #47’s house. She was cleaning the living room, moving the furniture to take off the dust and forgetting she was cooking the dinner she promised me.<br /><br />“Excuse for make you wait outside! My food was about to get burnt… Come in!” she said while she opened her main door.<br /><br />“Don’t worry. All good things come to those who can wait” I replied with a happy voice. I love to see her smiling when I quote some movie phrase.<br /><br />She went straight to the kitchen; I sat down in the couch to watch TV, a movie or anything instead of what I looked by my side one second after.<br /><br />“Who is this guy, Honey?” I asked.<br /><br />“What guy?” she answered as she approached.<br /><br />“The owner of this ID. Who is he? I think I met him at college once… Maybe in other place… Well, is he friend of yours?”<br /><br />Rarely, she got nervous and snatched the small white card I was holding. She told me he was #85’s brother. We quickly changed the subject and moved to the table. The dinner was very good; definitely #47’s cuisine is one of her better qualities.<br /><br />We went to her bedroom to talk and, eventually, she suggested me to give her a massage. I’m too smart for this gray-eyed girl… She thought I would think she wanted to have sex, but I know her pretty well, so, I told her I would first.<br /><br />She accepted the deal and took my shirt off, what I didn’t expect were those scratches #97 left the day before! And of course #47 started screaming, insulting and questioning who did that to me. She totally forgot we weren’t having a serious relationship!<br /><br />“I don’t know you make so much drama about it! I didn’t say anything about that ID I found on the sofa!” I argued.<br /><br />“That’s different! He’s not my friend and he won’t come again!” she yelled.<br /><br />“And, how am I supposed to know you’re saying the truth!?”<br /><br />“OK, now you’re the victim…! Well, as I’m the evil girl here. I’ll kick your ass if you don’t get out of my house in five seconds!”<br /><br />“But…-”<br /><br />“ONE!”<br /><br />“I’ll call you later then”<br /><br />“TWO!”<br /><br />Just like that, #47 decided to take a break from our no-relationship, leaving me in the street with my scratches and my shirtless body…<br /><br />It was late and cold, traveling half naked to my home in my motorcycle would be suicide! So, I called #30 to ask him if I could borrow one of his shirts. He lives near the gray-eyed girl’s house and I could arrive fast.<br /><br />“Dude, you’re crazy!” my friend joked about my disgrace as he smoked, forming strange smog clouds. In fact, he laughed so hard that he spited enough saliva to extinguish his cigar!<br /><br />I narrated him exactly what happened, every little detail and #30 got the best idea ever! We turned on #07’s computer while he was sleeping, to google the name printed in the ID from #47’s sofa! So we can know who that barely familiar guy is. I could use that information to blame the gray-eyed girl as the first cheater!<br /><br />Thousands of images, web sites and news about that guy appeared in the screen. The man resulted to be famous, very famous. Plus, the police, the Red Cross and his family have been looking for him for more than a year!<br /><br />“His friends and relatives expressed that he had been threaten several times by this man (watch photo above), but the lack of proofs prevent the authorities from accuse him for murder or kidnapping. <br /><br />However, he was arrested until the primal investigations have been completed, affirmed one of the cops in charge of the case.” #30 read surprised from an article.<br /><br />“Is that man from the photo--?”<br /><br />“Yes, he’s #07” he interrupted me.<br /><br />We couldn’t believe it; my friend’s cellmate said he was innocent. So, who killed the man from the ID? What was that ID doing on #47’s furniture? I phoned her but she didn’t answer.<br /><br />“What do you think? Should we tell this to #07?” #30 asked me with that look of insecurity I had never seen on his eyes before.<br /><br />“Not yet. I have to know the other side of the story. I’ll go to that girl’s house in the morning. We have to clear what happened... To be sure before calling… the police?”<br /><br />“I guess… It’s not fair that #07 have gone to jail for a crime he didn’t commit. I know how that feels. We have to talk with her” he answered, and I agreed. <br /><br />The clock marked the 2:03am. I decided to drink a few beers, maybe six, with my friend, also three, four or five cigars; we really needed alcohol after that shocking news.<br /><br />I fell drunk on a bed. I dreamt I couldn’t sleep and when I finally closed my eyes I dreamed another thing about #85 and #47, holding loaded guns and aiming at me! I wanted to wake up but it was impossible! Shadows of many girls surrounded me, yelling in their thoughts and going through my head, as thousands of raindrops were launched from the thundering gray sky, but those weren’t wet, they were heavy, thin, and white and each one had a different number. One by one, the tickets got together to form a great sea were my body was going to sink. I fought, but it wasn’t enough… I let my body sink as a rock thrown in a lake, while lightning rays touched the paper waters, making them burn, melting my eyes and giving reasons to think about bullets, pistols and suicide as a better destiny than suffer that hell… But that wasn’t an option, and it wouldn’t matter if I’d had a gun, it was a dream, and dreams can’t be killed with bullets or poisoned with the deathlier venom… I was the only one able to save my soul and I couldn’t… The colors had faded away and the air was painful to breathe…<br /><br />The sunlight is capable of frighten all of your fears, no matter how many nightmares you had before waking up, it’s always a blessing to see how the dark hides under your bed when the rays pass through the windows.<br /><br />It’s a shame #30 had curtains in his bedroom… I had to wake up by myself. However, I was glad to be alive.<br /><br />I heard once that God can speak his mind in many ways, maybe He warned me about how I live and what is waiting for me if I keep practicing this lifestyle… There are lots of things about me that have to change, but it’s so hard to avoid what you think is correct, and so painful to leave what you love, that makes me hesitate about taking that step… I wish it was easier… <br /><br />But… What the hell! I cannot loose anything if I give it a try. I can do it well. I’m going to try it! I am ready to walk that step, and ask for #47’s forgiveness will be the perfect beginning. I’ll talk about the man in the ID later, when the storm have vanished from our non-relationship.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-33555946884944272002008-07-16T23:37:00.000-07:002009-04-11T15:42:30.965-07:00Have You Heard The News That You’re Dead?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomVeEYHGUJ1c_W90CO9uT3LJ-wVDkxY2QXXtlllNjIej2ra37E24ru-tnJPXTygGASfEcPWLvxcjl_cffO1OiCGAMzfdFjlVgimv3CrkLll09CQ5hWCO_lVebChMo70CwR8eBJlag2iK2/s1600-h/Hosanna128.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomVeEYHGUJ1c_W90CO9uT3LJ-wVDkxY2QXXtlllNjIej2ra37E24ru-tnJPXTygGASfEcPWLvxcjl_cffO1OiCGAMzfdFjlVgimv3CrkLll09CQ5hWCO_lVebChMo70CwR8eBJlag2iK2/s320/Hosanna128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868720142510802" /></a><br />Memories, visions, future and present. What’s time, anyway? Time tells me its 8:14pm. But, is it a place? Is it what happened? Is it a choice? Well, I can’t answer that. ‘Cause all I know about it is that I don’t have it. Time is dead to me… or am I whose life has been banished?<br /><br />“Wh… at--What do you Th--ink?” some woman said, I couldn’t see her, rarely, my eyes were closed and I was lying down on the floor.<br /><br />Then, a second feminine voice talked: “I don’t see any injuries… Maybe she was poisoned, like me”.<br /><br />When I listened those last words my body started to move and a third woman approached: “You two, what are you watching? Who’s this little girl? Wake up, baby, how are you? Ignoring you’re dead… Right… Girl?”<br /><br />The light came to me and I saw clouds, lots of them! An angel flew over me and I realize those strange ladies were correct! I was in Heaven!<br /><br />One of the girls had a nice figure, odd wet clothes, wore dark sunglasses and talked weird because she had no tongue! The other chick seem pretty normal, she was dressed with an orange uniform; and the last one had beautiful blue eyes, if it weren’t for the huge hole she had in her head, she’d be the sexiest one!<br /><br />“Why did I die!?” I asked while I got up from the white cotton floor.<br /><br />“Relax, you’ll remember in a few minutes. The same thing happened to me. Hi, my name is #54” said the girl with the orange outfit.<br /><br />“#54? A number?” I questioned.<br />The chick explained their uncommon nicknames; she also spoke about the reason why we were together: “We’re all here because of him. Look down, there! That boy in the library!” she exclaimed after creating a little circle in our gigantic cloud. <br /><br />#93 tried to tell me something but she gave up when those spiting noises appeared… So, the girl with blue eyes (and a healthy tongue) cleared me up about the whole situation! The guy in front of the ticket machine led them straight to their death! My new friends didn’t do anything bad; in life, they were good with him! In fact, he was the villain in their stories!<br /><br />“Now… You’re saying I’m here and it’s his entire fault?” I commented.<br />#54 continued the conversation: “I don’t know if he killed you or something, but I’m sure he’s involved in your sad ending… I bet you believed his stupid lies to steal your virginity too”<br /><br />“Wow! Stop right now!” I replied! “You all slept with him!? How did you get to Heaven!?”<br /><br />“Hey! I didn’t do that! Well… I did it… But with one of his friends!” confessed the blue eyed girl.<br /><br />“Not even having sex with the Pope would give you a free pass to Heaven!”<br /><br />“It hap—happens that Th-the Mormons were right!” said #93 in a very happy way because she could say something “We a-are in the Terrestrial King-Kingdom…! We ha-have a second chance to s-save our souls!”<br /><br />I ignored that Mormon-thing, it was too bizarre! And I really wanted to know who I was and how I died! So, we kept watching the boy from the ticket machine to check if he really meets girls at the library to murder them after having sex with them!<br /><br />“Look! He’s talking to that chick!” I manifested with joy, but #54 told me he could never pick her because that one was a lesbian and his friend! Anyway, she whispered something at him before left him alone; I think she was confused due to some problem… Her face wasn’t happy or sad, simply confused. Mmm… That feeling comes to my mind every once in a while. Would I be confused before dying? Why?<br /><br />Minutes later, a girl from the library took a ticket that presented her “our guy”. She would be known as #76, she was ugly! Her eyes were too distant from each other! Then, we found out he just wanted someone easy to seduce in change of doing his homework!<br /><br />Every time I thought he was going to make a good action, he did the opposite! He was selfish, stupid, but, God, so handsome… How could any woman suppose he would manipulate her!? He’s like cancer but worse! I’m starting to think he fooled me with a fake love promise and I believed him with my whole life.<br /><br />It’s hard to think he has friends, he called one of them, she came quickly; according to the blue eyed corpse, that’s called #47, I loved how she was dressed with many colors that matched with her gray eyes! She deserves a better man!<br /><br />“What’s that smell?” I asked.<br /><br />“We’re d-dead, remember-r-r? That’s h-how r-rotten organs smell” replied #93 while she lifted her sunglasses to show me she had no eyes but lots of little green worms!<br /><br />“Gross! Even though you’re right, that’s not what’s stinking… Is… IS”<br /><br />And I fell on the floor, convulsing and scared because I remembered what happened to me three years ago. The guy from the library was related to me, but not with my death, he just had #85 as a friend, who suddenly appeared to launch with the other two.<br /><br />Yes, the innocent handicap girl, I met her when she had both legs, could walk and even jump. In fact, we were classmates in that far high school. <br /><br />She was a cheerleader and I wanted to be one. So, every morning I had to phone to wake her up, I bought her expensive skirts, belts or shirts in the weekends, and wrote every word the teacher pronounced because I had to create excellent summaries for her to study.<br /><br />I gave my soul to become what my idol was, but instead of helping me, she pushed me away when she could. No matter how much effort I put on something, she had the talent to see the tiniest imperfection and let me know how great she would have done that.<br /><br />One day, after a long night doing her homework and subsequently a little text message telling me she won’t go to classes, I took the new diamond belt I was going to give her, checked the big wood pieces in my room’s roof, and hanged myself…<br /><br />“Dear Family:<br /><br />I know you hate me for doing this, but not even God could help me to handle EVERYTHING… <br /><br />Brother, I think you’re the only one who loves me… I hope you don’t forget me, ‘cause I will always have you in my heart. School is as bad as you described it, but Church wasn't any superior and I’m not strong as you are… Sorry… but there’s no reason to keep on living if I walk this world alone with a cheerleader who destroys the little things I like…<br /><br />I wasn’t the daughter you needed. Mom, hope you get pregnant soon to replace me with the little boy you always wanted to raise.<br /><br />Dad, I don't even know what to tell you... Things will be better if say "So long and good night" forever. I'm really sorry for letting you down.<br /><br />Good bye, brother…”<br /><br />Those were my famous last words… I wrote them behind #85’s homework… I guess she never got to read them, at least she had an accident. That makes me kind of happy. Karma does exist!<br /><br />Someday, that damn cheerleader will die and the dead girls and I are going to make her have a hell of an eternity! Yeah!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-70251045250202772362008-07-03T21:04:00.001-07:002008-12-09T10:50:08.084-08:00I lost my fear of falling; I'm taking back the life you stole<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCw0VD94plwJ8-I2XwninU4li1EiHRFhEY_1DTMY9zea-BBNfa148nS16C310F-jrSVIZuLqU1cBanqC78mL0uPL_YK4TPyfyb8x49As9FhrJxHRyP62ZQENx_NqYsKfHsS0kSCk7JhUB/s1600-h/80832093.RG5QUqu2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCw0VD94plwJ8-I2XwninU4li1EiHRFhEY_1DTMY9zea-BBNfa148nS16C310F-jrSVIZuLqU1cBanqC78mL0uPL_YK4TPyfyb8x49As9FhrJxHRyP62ZQENx_NqYsKfHsS0kSCk7JhUB/s320/80832093.RG5QUqu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219004980041825266" border="0" /></a>
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I like to think about myself as some of those people who do things right. And I’m happy with that, because I do what many people would do in my place. But this time… This time I’m regretting what I did.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I don’t know why I started dating #30… Maybe my time with girls was over… Or I just felt to do it… Even the foulest idiot knows that I don’t like guys… But this battle was lost against one.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Love wasn’t the reason and he wasn’t my type… I mean, I’m a lesbian… Men have swinging organs I really don’t need to have my “happy hour”. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The last time I spent a night with one was years ago. He had a Greek God’s body, great skin than mine and an excellent lexicon! He used words so easily that he convinced me to drink five martinis, even knowing my top were three. That was a hell of a night and I’d prefer not to talk about the next day!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Anyway, having #30 as my boyfriend is quite annoying. He treats me like the little girl I’m not, buys me lovely princess clothes and forgets to leak my clitoris when we have sex.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girls are way better than dudes. They know how to tell you the truth without being cocky, they touch you and, when you never expect it, you become a new person. They make you realize you’re not alone, they smile when you say jokes, they surprise you with the little things they do, they give you the hug you need and they dare to talk to you. Women are life, they are the reason why you’re here and they are the motive of your happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Sincerely, why God created men first? To make them think they are bigger than we are? Because that’s the only reason I could forgive that to the Lord: “To make them THINK they are bigger than we are”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">We, girls, are stronger than boys.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Honestly, I don’t know how I let my feelings drove me to this… I don’t like guys… They are liars; they talk crap and say the nicest things to poison your body with martinis. Then, the next day you wake up in the beach… Feeling the sun burning your naked body and blood coming out from your cavities… You don’t know how many times they rapped you or how many people touched you while you were drunk… Not even one girl would do that to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#30 was just cool as a friend, now I’m sick of him. I have to break up with him, but the hardest part of this is destroying his heart… And that was what I wanted to repair in the first place.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">He was alone, his ex girlfriend committed suicide in his own bedroom and he wasted two months of his life! Just because of me! How couldn’t I feel guilty!? The blue eyed girl pulled the trigger because I pushed her too much! She was desperate! She was going to have a child, she was kick out of her house and I just wanted her to tell the world she was lesbian!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I was so selfish… God knows I only wanted someone to share my life with… Maybe she was the wrong person… I shouldn’t steal my friend’s girlfriend…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Now I’m just faking everything in my way… I’m not the happy and funny girl I used to be. I walk different, I speak about stuff I never did and I’m dating with the genre I swore never hang out!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">How can you take a bad choice without asking someone else!? I regret this situation so much!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">If I don’t do something quickly I could end up like my ex. I have to come back from the dead! I'm taking back the life you stole!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">After three hours, I got an idea. #30 and I were going to pick up his friend from jail, the one who won a parole. We weren’t in my house or his car, jail was a neutral place and he would have a friend to help him in his sadness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I don’t love you” he said while we where waiting outside the building!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“What!?” I replied with anger because I was going to break up with him first!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“You’re different… You’re not that sweet girl who visited me here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I am what I am!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Yeah, but not what you used to be. You act like someone else. I don’t love you. Not anymore.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“You knew it, right? You knew I was going to end this relationship once and for all!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">He walked a couple steps with silence. My blood was moving like never before. Then, #30 took out from his car the calendar I gave him for our anniversary; he proceeded to open it and showed to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Why would you do this photo shoot if you're supposedly straight?” he questioned while he pointed the calendar<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“You’re a guy! Any dude in this world would give anything to have a girlfriend who gives him a calendar with her naked body on it!” I argued<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Yeah! But when the world knew you as a lesbian, it’s really hard for me to think that you are heterosexual when you give me a book full of pictures with you and other girls making out. You’re still a lesbian and I don’t know why we began dating. Why did you lie to me!?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Because I wanted to clean the mess I made.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“What? What are you saying?” he asked confused.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I was… She did that because… I was…”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#30 got quite mad when I started hesitating, he didn’t know what I was going to confess but he felt he wasn’t prepared. He grabbed my arms, shacked me to pull the truth out off me and he really did it!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Your dead girlfriend cheated on you with ME!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The calendar fell on the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I visited you at jail ‘cause I felt guilty. You were there because of me… And I’m sorry about that but--”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Shut up.” he interrupted me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I’m sorry…”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I don’t want to see you anymore… We… We’re over. I’m done with you.” He said while he left me alone in front of the building.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:11;" lang="EN-US">So, I walk to the next bus station and the last thing I remember about him is that bad look he gave me while he and his friend from jail passed with his car in front of me. Everything wasn’t like I planed it… But I think… I’m free. I can be myself again…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-722240224237813962008-06-17T22:39:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:50:08.285-08:00This City Is Nothing But A House Of Wolves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD_X7sA4j0dgZ9Ar7WILBysSgVycB0Wun7qzI5cvS8WXsQx8omg3XJr_zzE4VSql_gTN_DAUSWbTvhCMCp6OG6oBLIRfX8UrPdgzTEWFOyGf3uBZT1lXPtOQceRDNPQz0zoJ-UrKO13JL/s1600-h/23473205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD_X7sA4j0dgZ9Ar7WILBysSgVycB0Wun7qzI5cvS8WXsQx8omg3XJr_zzE4VSql_gTN_DAUSWbTvhCMCp6OG6oBLIRfX8UrPdgzTEWFOyGf3uBZT1lXPtOQceRDNPQz0zoJ-UrKO13JL/s320/23473205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213092350705171090" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">What would happen if you were dying from a heart attack right now? Would you be worried about being almost dead or afraid to keep on living? Would you let yourself go in peace because you now you did everything the best you could do it in life or you’d be crying for leaving someone mad at you because you said or did something bad to that person? At least, I’m not even sure if I’d go to heaven… Thank God I’m going to church today!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It’s time to wear my fancy clothes, clean my black shoes and look for the little black Bible #47 gave me a few days ago. And yes, the gray eyed girl visited the ticket machine last Friday. We talked about college, I told her how I won a perfect score at this week’s test because my old teacher fled the city (a student threatened him with cutting his head if he didn’t give my classmate an “A” on that test), the mafia is the worst thing you could try to fight and my professor knew that. Not even the police could do something against those law breakers; it’d be stupid because some cops are open to free this kind of criminals for a few dollars.<span style=""> </span>I think my teacher did the best for him, that student had a huge tattoo in one of his arms with the southern mafia logo on it…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">However, the whole church started. Well dressed people kept entering the sacred placed even after I saw #47 at the main door. It was a nice building, they didn’t have those catholic paintings on the walls or that big bleeding Jesus that had always make me feel guilty! In fact, I met some people of my same age; the man who talked about “the last days of our world” was an excellent preacher and that last video they played on the screen accomplished its goal, because it really scared me!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“The day after God’s arrival is near! He shall come with no advice!” the fat preacher said, he took a little breath and continued. “That’s why you have to be prepared. Because he could claim his people in two months, in one week! Or even right n…--” then the Bible he had on his hands fell on the floor because he had disappeared! Two hundred people vanished in only one second; their fancy suits were lying on the floor, three men threw their fists against the closest thing to calm down and four ladies were crying. Yes, God came when anyone expected and those who had sinned were doomed. That video really scared me! So much that I decided to change, to reborn, to start a new life! Five days later I was doing the same things I’ve always done… I need to go to church (at least) once a week to remember I could go to hell if I don’t show any signs of holiness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">After service, #47 introduced me to her best friend, a cute blond girl with one fake plastic leg and a wheelchair. Immediately, she recognized me! She told me she had seen me at college’s library! That’s why she was so familiar to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“C’mon, give me a hug!” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">So, I did. Then she whispered at my ear some of the worst words someone could have told me in my entire life: “I now everything about the ticket machine. Don’t be afraid; just call me #85” the hug ended with her face smiling and me shacking! How did she know about that!? The gray eyed girl just watched a friendly gesture, she had no idea about my red metal friend; otherwise, the blond girl wouldn’t whisper that secret!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Anyway, #47 was there and I had to give a cool impression. So, we acted like that word exchange never happened because #85 decided to go to dinner with us. Obviously, I didn’t complaint! And as we ate, my knowledge about those girls grew quickly! They lived together and they moved to this city last year. One girl was extraordinary and the other one had one fake plastic leg. Oh, God! I had to report this to #30! It was impossible not to text that! So, I did!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Eventually, the gray eyed young lady went to the bathroom, alone, because her wheeled friend wanted to have a little chat with me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“So… Do you like my dress?” the blond chick questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“You know I’m not interested on a simple dress…” I replied while I took an almost empty glass with water to wet my throat.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Ah… You mean… That whole game with the ticket machine? Well, I kind of like you and after several weeks following you, I’ve learned pretty much about your life”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">My feet couldn’t stop moving, my hands were shacking again, so much, that I had to put the freaking glass on the table, I had to hide that. The only thing she had to watch was my mouth singing some rejection song or her friend dancing with me to the tune of her death. Meanwhile, a blond stocker was going to be erased from my plans.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Was it a bad car accident or you were born like… that?” I asked, trying to make her upset.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">She answered in less than a second; my inappropriate question was received as a sign of interest on her life! I love drama, but that story she told was science fiction! A man following her on a school bus trying to kill her and her friend… Yeah, right… And, by the way, I’m virgin… I hate when people recurs to a stupid lie to talk… Thank God #47 arrived just in time to save my ass!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Oh, no! You’re talking about the accident again! You promised me you’d never tell someone about that again!” my gray eyed angel exclaimed as she sat down. We had a cool dinner before that, the food was great and I made them laugh. I know #85 pretended to smile… Her laugh sounded so forced and fake that I realized she’d be the worst girl on the Earth to have sex with!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The memorable moment of the night was the big fly that flew so fast that fell inside of #85’s drink, touched the wine and went up to air again to finish its trip between her lips! That was epic! Sadly, the little insect became crap the next day… We laughed so hard that it would sting!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The waiter came to our table to clean everything, #47 got up to help her friend out, but I’m a gentleman and I decided to help #85. I took the wheelchair, I tried to move it but it was stuck! So, I pulled stronger!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“MY LEG! WHERE’S MY LEG!?” the blonde girl yelled!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">My face turned completely red when I watched that scene! A man and a waiter looking for a plastic leg under a table while a chick with weird multicolor eyes tranquilized her screaming handicap girl friend!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Oh, my God…! What a date! I really enjoyed it! That last thing was pretty weird… But I liked it! Not even #85 could ruin it and #47 was great. Those gray eyes drive me crazy! I need more of you, girl! And next time I’ll bring an extra leg!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-2754270319254533512008-06-02T11:48:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:50:08.522-08:00These Are The Stories Of Our Lives As Fictional As They May Seem!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvt7dZQTrLv3BNkVOhgXFC07klmhrMj_x_Y43_XswRdsen-MSDSFfCzjMdQvuH3Fiw-v8Clg8RotnCyDGkYDPpdFd1QhV_ZfQ-_gnJR8_F88qxLOhlGvCoKq-PW5NeNkcIVJoxbhClJQv/s1600-h/Mybluishgrayeye.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvt7dZQTrLv3BNkVOhgXFC07klmhrMj_x_Y43_XswRdsen-MSDSFfCzjMdQvuH3Fiw-v8Clg8RotnCyDGkYDPpdFd1QhV_ZfQ-_gnJR8_F88qxLOhlGvCoKq-PW5NeNkcIVJoxbhClJQv/s320/Mybluishgrayeye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207359950606989714" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">We are used to have parties before we are born. Our parents had a celebration for their marriage, a fancy dinner to announce a pregnancy and a festivity in honor of their new child. At least that’s the order God would like things to happen… But we are used to party even after our birth. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The next day #30 went out of jail we had to celebrate! Girls, rock and condoms! They were all invited! Especially because he gained a lot of money for being accused about a crime he didn’t do! Cash, cash, cash!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I planned the party a week before my friend would be set free. So, I arranged some meetings with some girls I conveniently came to know at the library. They were twin sisters, double fun and so much fu… shh…! You know what else! Everything for my main dude! Their ticket numbers were #69 and #70! Mmm… Both sex positions! If you don’t know the second position it’s due to your lack of fun!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The girls were perfectly made! At least by a surgeon because I felt silicone the last time! But I don’t care… We, Men, are visual! I had enough to grab on them, that’s why they past my sexiness test. They were worthy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Everything was fine. #30 loved the gifts I gave him, the twins liked his house and I was happy to revive all those crazy nights we used to have fun, but this time sun light was on! Like this or even hotter? Yeah, Hotter!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#69 was warming things up with a tongue friction on my pants and #70 drank the last martini served while she took off her tiny purple thing she called skirt. We were having a good time.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Today could be the best day of your life…!” said the girl with the empty martini cup and a big smile on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Everyday out of jail is the best for me!” #30 answered.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“What!? Don’t tell me you are that guy from the news! Oh, boy… boy… BOY! I’m going home! You won’t kill me!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I didn’t do anything…!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“YOU WON’T KILL ME!!” she exclaimed with a broken and angry voice while she picked up her clothes extremely fast! I was so confused! I couldn’t believe our cool night wasn’t that cool after all!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Let’s go sister!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I don’t wanna leave! I think it’s hot to be with a man who’s been in jail… They learn dirty stuff there… Mmm…” #69 replied adding a bitchy look.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Don’t stay here! He killed someone!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I was declared innocent…!” my friend argued.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“See! He didn’t murder anyone. You go… I’ll be here a lil’bit more”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">And so, she did. #70 got out the house not only furious, but dizzy as well! While inside… A girl was shared by two dudes. Yes, the same girl at the same time but in two particular different ways… Wow… I’ll never forget that… And I’m so glad I did that. That proves there’s nothing more than friendship between #30 and me. We never crossed swords or even an “I want you” look. #21 was totally wrong! And talking about her… I haven’t heard anything about her recently. Is she OK? Bah… Who cares now! I got to open the third condom! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">At the end, #30 finished the girl because I was exhausted. I didn’t know why but I really needed to get some sleep, at least one hour and that was everything I got! Because someone knocked the front door with a clumsy tune that woke me up.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">A friendly girl with light skin and curly brown hair was standing in front of my naked body; only 4 centimeters of wood and metal were separating us. She was so cute that I didn’t notice when I opened a little glass window that let her watch my face clearly.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Hey, good afternoon Mr.” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Hi… Hello…” I answered while I cleaned my eyes with one of my fingers to hide the bags I had under my pupils.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The pretty girl presented herself as a woman dedicated to serve the Almighty: Yes, God. She preached about someone that hasn’t a good relationship with me… I don’t know what I did to him but he always makes me fall when I got something I really like…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">She had the same kind of iris the Greek goddess Athena has: gray eyes. Depending of where she looked, they changed of color! From gray to blue, then green and, finally, gray again! I was hypnotized! So much, I accepted to go to her church next Sunday! She gave me the address and we would meet there at 6 o’clock.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Before leaving, she lent me a Bible and dismissed with handshake through the little window. I followed her steps from the door to ascertain if she was going to invite the whole neighborhood, but she didn’t. Another girl on a wheelchair was waiting for her near the street to take a bus. I felt like I knew that second girl from somewhere else but I wasn’t sure…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Anyway, #69 left #30 and me alone because she had psychology class at night. So, we decided to go to eat some pizza to “La Calle”, a street with lots of bars, pizza places and libraries.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">We chose a yellow and orange restaurant with cool music; it had three big TV’s and its logo everywhere. He bought a supreme pizza and I went for a Hawaiian, I don’t like pineapples but I like them in pizza. Weird, isn’t it?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">We started talking about #21 because a girl that looked pretty much like her appeared on a Nelly Furtado video clip we were watching there. Maybe it was a prediction to future! The lesbian entered to the same restaurant we were in! Obviously, she sat with us.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“So, you’re finally here, with us” she said with little crumbs jumping out from her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Like the old days” he answered.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I noticed something in their faces, like a mysterious joke. I think #30 doesn’t know #21 was the girl who made his ex a lesbian; we were having a happy dinner. Everything was cool.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Eventually, when our friend went to the ladies bathroom, he told me she visited him at jail once a week! I never saw her there! Why did anyone tell me before…? What a strange day… At least I got a date! See you at church, Gray eyed girl! By now, I’ll just try to finish my Hawaiian slice in peace… OH, DAMN! I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-37457181720105897872008-05-19T11:43:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:50:08.638-08:00My Cellmate's A Killer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijouk4JisFwJLuy6SGF1TKSMdbRKVl8-Ev9achd_vK81TEGM5WG1DSybL-SpwIuCNLDHldAa9Z04hL_GxwgD7D5AdcNII-uVzUhpdGWVWJpgMyBBoS2TSgvemlr8Ws_q8IbXOcMuuMajo9/s1600-h/hands_bars_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijouk4JisFwJLuy6SGF1TKSMdbRKVl8-Ev9achd_vK81TEGM5WG1DSybL-SpwIuCNLDHldAa9Z04hL_GxwgD7D5AdcNII-uVzUhpdGWVWJpgMyBBoS2TSgvemlr8Ws_q8IbXOcMuuMajo9/s320/hands_bars_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202165968035583506" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br />It’s curious how we just stop sometimes to remember how we met some people, those embarrassing situations that made you want to disappear and that conversation with that person you never imagine will be your best friend. For example, I never expected to know coolest guy ever at prison!<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Since he arrived to my cell, the lonely cage became a better place to live. We have lots of things in common, we didn’t like the food served in the alpha area, we were both accused for killing someone and we were innocent.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">He was very shy and trembling the first night he spent here. His mouth was bleeding a little bit. Then I saw he was good looking and felt bad for him… That was a sign of what kind of welcome he received…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It was morning when talked the first time, he had his mouth shut… I don’t blame him… How couldn’t he being doing that? I know what they forced him to put inside his mouth last night… They did the same thing to me… Those corrupt cops let the other prisoners rape the new guys in exchange for a few dollars…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">So, I told him I understood his situation… He kept in silence a little while before he said his name. I still didn’t know if I could trust him but I told him how some called me in prison: #07. He questioned about my nickname and I answered with another question: “Have you seen this cell’s number?” and we both laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The days past and he taught me how to play poker with an old deck I had bellow my bed; I started his addiction to nicotine and together won many card games against other prisoners to get free smokes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">One day I tried to make a joke with a magic trick, I hid a cigar down my sleeve and acted as if he had it behind one of his ears but he hated it! I didn’t know what made him so mad but I never surprised him again…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">This new cellmate resulted to be a great card player and we used that to win money to keep the cops away. He seemed to be happy about it but I knew he was just trying to survive this hell… That guy never admits it, but he wept when we where sleeping… He was innocent… Or at least, that’s what I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Two months transformed us in cool friends, I was suffering my sentence and he was waiting the final announcement of his case. This young man was loosing his days at jail, he wasn’t having a bad time but happiness wasn’t the word that could explain his condition. That’s why I asked him what happened that night the police brought him to my almost empty room.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Did she really kill herself?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">He was very sincere; I think he revealed all his secrets because we had a nice day with our cards. We were celebrating our several victories smoking and lying in our beds, we were tired but he talked anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">My cellmate started his story with something I had discovered a few days ago; he confirmed to me his aversion to surprises. He preferred to know everything to be prepared against any trouble. So, when his ex girlfriend came to his house that night to tell him she was going to have his son, he didn’t smile at all.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">He let her in, my friend was kind of happy they were inside his house because he had control of everything there; from the impeccable white kitchen to pistol he had next to his bed on a pine wood table.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">He told me she smelled like beer, she was depressed and needed the alcohol to be brave, what she didn’t expect was that those eleven tequila shots and three beers were going to cause her miserable end.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I’d never believe this baby is mine! You know I broke up with you because you didn’t want sex! That baby needs to meet his real father, bitch. I always knew you were cheating on me” he said with his strong voice.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“How can you even say that? You were the one who fornicated in those orgies! I knew about those crazy parties you went and I didn’t say a word because I loved you and this is how you pay!?” she replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Well… I know it was wrong but I thought you were with other guys! And your baby is the proof of that! I’m not the father!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“C’mon… You know we were still fine two moths ago, be a man! Accept this kid is yours! Admit it as I confess I cheated on you”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“What? Idiot girl… That was the stupidest thing to say… You just sink yourself! That baby could be anyone’s semen”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“You are the stupid here... Because I had real sex with girls who could make me scream, not fags like you, boy!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Then, my friend was full of anger and wanting to beat her up to make her scream as anyone had done it ‘till that moment. So, he grabbed her neck and threw her pregnant body over a bamboo table that would be broken seconds before in the living room. He knew that was wrong, so wrong that it felt good.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The poor girl dragged her body to the wall in order to stand up and escape from the mad guy who strangled her. However, the boy was quicker than her and he was sober.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">My cellmate felt like crap, he was a failure as a man and he had to eliminate any proves of it. He took a pointed piece of broken bamboo to hit her but she skipped a bloody death and made it to the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">She was scared, desperate and crying, maybe because her parents forced her to leave the house and threatened her with calling the police if they see her blue eyes around in the house again, but mostly because she couldn’t find a single knife when her ex boyfriend approached.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Somehow, she took off a drawer from a cabinet and hit it against the boy’s head, making him fall dizzy, but not for long time. At least, that movement let her run to the second floor, she almost collapsed on the stairs but she carried on when he screamed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">My poker partner is very strong; he had no problem to be fine after that collision. Immediately, he raised a baseball bat he had near the stairs to punish the intruders.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The blue eyed girl looked herself inside the main bedroom. My cellmate heard she was there; sobbing, sick and vomiting noises were going out from that room.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“GET OUT, BITCH! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” he kept yelling as he tried to knock down the door with his bat, especially when she shot a bullet through the wall in front of my friend.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The alcohol made her think weird thoughts, easy escapes and rare dreams… The ecstasy secretly put in her drink helped a little as well…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“OPEN THE DANM DOOR!” he said. Then, she did what he hated the most: Surprisingly, the lock was being opened and when he pushed the door she said with a funny voice: “Good-bye!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yes, my cellmate though for a second he was dead! But when he entered the bedroom, saw her agonizing body shacking on the floor, bleeding and staining his carpet with her blood. So, he moved the body outside the room, where there’s ceramic instead of fancy carpets…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The girl had a big hole in her head, even like that, my friend called the 911 line…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The police arrested him two months ago for a crime he didn’t do… Of course he just said she committed suicide because she used drugs and alcohol… All the mess was done by her drunken condition. He tried to help her when she locked herself inside the bedroom, that’s why the door was almost destroyed… Unfortunately, he couldn’t prevent the tragedy… That’s what he said to the judge and that’s why he left the prison yesterday...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Keep writing, don’t forget about me, dude. Come and visit your good friend #07. I still like to play poker with you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-40888840164280736182008-05-12T15:15:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:50:08.794-08:00It’s True, We All Get Together When We Bury Our Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVu3qmBGibw5-ly8QVQcjGEDx2dD2X9ra43MhiN6TvLMWh2aHq-Wog31liKDYsTyszEuuRLL-uTwqiR99kMtTPHMJjuAQyyuUz-SUj5mH-9BHaiUCZ66Vri0HlOUVwVU5638sniTjE46FT/s1600-h/6a00d8341cf8e053ef00e54f1edb2c8834-800wi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVu3qmBGibw5-ly8QVQcjGEDx2dD2X9ra43MhiN6TvLMWh2aHq-Wog31liKDYsTyszEuuRLL-uTwqiR99kMtTPHMJjuAQyyuUz-SUj5mH-9BHaiUCZ66Vri0HlOUVwVU5638sniTjE46FT/s320/6a00d8341cf8e053ef00e54f1edb2c8834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199619894242645490" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br />Since my neurons can remember, I’ve always liked to visit places with someone else. It could be a little trip to the supermarket, a few steps to the neighbor’s store or even go to the second floor in my own house! But I enjoy spending my days accompanied rather than alone. That’s why I decided to look for a pretty girl in the library to go to the blue eyed girl's funeral.<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It was tragic! Another funeral in the city! And I had nobody to go with! It was Tragic with </span>a capital “T”!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">So, I came to my red metal friend: The Ticket Machine! And it introduced me to #17, a girl with a beautiful face and money, but she had no boobs at all! Everything was fine; the only thing I had to do was look at her face all the time!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Anyway, we arrived to the funeral thanks to her dad’s black limousine. Everybody watched our appearance with envy, very open mouths and, somehow, #21 smiled when #17 saw her! They were friends, classmates and God knows what else because a hug like that in a funeral is not typical at all!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I didn’t say a word against that hot movement because it turned me on and I knew she was bisexual, her popularity was based on that! Lucky me!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Immediately, #21 started crying and #17 said she was sorry about the blue eyed girl, obviously she understood the whole situation. Then I remembered everything, with all the commotion about #30 been arrested I had forgotten the lesbian was dating the dead girl! Poor thing, I let her know how sorry I was and the ceremony began.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">That funeral made think a lot of stuff, especially how depending on my way to treat people affects the amount of flowers that will have my headstone in the cemetery.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >There are people who touch the depths of your soul and make you feel special, people who speak messages that appear to be dispatched from Heaven, people who make you smile, handsome journalists aged 17, people with addictive personalities that become the cigar of your fun, people you can call at 3 o'clock in the morning because you have a problem, people who by all these things you look obliged to like and love.</span><b style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;" lang="EN-US"> </span></b><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >Unfortunately, the blue eyed girl was not one of those people! Apparently, everybody was waiting anxiously to her death! See three people mourn for her death was like asking the Egypt's Sled Team won a competition! Only an obscenely fat boy with mental problems wept, without offenses, literally he had mental problems and was very, very fat!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >It’</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >s very probable that she was an embittered woman who complained about</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" > everything, selfish and ca</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >pricious. Due to this </span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" >funeral </span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >with</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >little</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" > assistance, </span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >I have decided to treat people better, appreciate more what they do and respect their views. I would like to be surrounded by lots of crying people at my funeral.<br /><br />May she rest in peace... I hope she can forgive me for my vocabulary in this black and boring party…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >#21 was the only person with a sad face; she was so confused about her dead girlfriend that she had to leave the place… The blue eyed girl’s mother was quite relaxed and sad at the same time, and the corpse’s father wasn’t even present, I don’t know why but that was very weird… Maybe #30 had a good reason to kill her…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >It’s good to know #87 is working to get #30 out of prison, that way I can know everything about this rare situation… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >The coffin was being buried, #17 was holding my arm and then I heard that comment floating through the well dressed people: “Thank God that damn boy is eating crap at jail! He deserves it!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >Those thirteen words made me turn around, launch my fist against a man’s face and pay a dentist that I’ll never visit.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >“What’s wrong with you, boy!?” said who seemed to be his wife. I looked and told her that he has no right to talk about my friend that way! We don’t even know if he killed her! He said to the newspaper he heard a shot and then the girl was gone! Maybe she committed suicide! We still don’t know! It was last night!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >The blue eyed girl’s mother walked between us, she asked the man if he was fine because his mouth was bleeding. “Get out. Let my daughter rest in peace. Leave now and never come to me again” she said with the same hate face everyone had.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >I fix my red tie and walked away from the cemetery. I felt bad about what I did… But I was still proud about it; I defended my friend as he would do it for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >“I can’t believe you leave without me!” #17 said after followed me to the exit.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >“What?” I replied<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >“You left me alone!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >“I’ve just been thrown out from a funeral because I punched a guy and you’re arguing why I left you there!?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >“Yes! How could you do that!? Everyone smirked to me!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >“You know what? Go to hell… I don’t care about you anymore. Get out of my way, don’t talk to me again and get your boobs done, they are too damn small…”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >After that last comment, I jumped on my motorcycle and left the place… #17 did what I ordered and never said a word to me at college.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >I need to clear my mind and choose better ticket numbers… That last one sucked…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" >Wait for me #30; I’ll give you a little visit at your new home…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-15768954178839904222008-05-09T11:49:00.001-07:002008-12-09T10:50:08.971-08:0018 year old girl murdered near the capital<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXCY0ubXYB4CIe49iD53vN743Dxik2lOJH8pxhjF13qMTlEsUu5qHizh32YMrLJwmINPKfeeuka60dIiMCpCfDpAggaIZTvTqMdZTK2VgT8oX6n_V5l8-aAcMWO1xmBgw8dHCa-7HrETi/s1600-h/Scene+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXCY0ubXYB4CIe49iD53vN743Dxik2lOJH8pxhjF13qMTlEsUu5qHizh32YMrLJwmINPKfeeuka60dIiMCpCfDpAggaIZTvTqMdZTK2VgT8oX6n_V5l8-aAcMWO1xmBgw8dHCa-7HrETi/s320/Scene+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198452621636102562" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">An 18 year old girl was shot and murdered last night in a house near the capital, the man who reported the crime was arrested minutes after.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">At 9 o’clock, the house’s owner called the paramedics because he heard several shots inside his bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“My ex girlfriend visited me to talk but she started screaming and locked herself inside my bedroom” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">According to the police, only one bullet hole was found in the murder scene and the girl’s body.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“We arrested the boy. He had his shirt covered with blood” said one of the officers that assisted to the crime scene.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The main and only suspect claims he didn’t kill the woman. He keeps a gun inside his room in case of emergency.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I knocked the bedroom’s door several times because my ex locked herself inside, she was crying and screaming. Then I heard the shot” the suspect affirmed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The crime scene investigators found strong signs of violence inside the house, especially in the kitchen, living room and the main bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The bedroom’s door showed recent punch marks. Inside the room, the carpet was covered with blood and one mirror in one of the walls was broken.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“I watched strange silhouettes fighting in the kitchen, so I called the police” commented one neighbor.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">According to that neighbor, the couple was having a discussion about an affair, a woman and money.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">This is the second crime in the city this year. For months ago, a female corpse was found far down the city’s lake. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Six days after hard searching, the murderer was reveal by the police when they arrested a 19 year old girl who had the corpse’s eyes on her refrigerator. The woman died by lethal injection eight weeks ago under a judge’s order.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-50626563379343953712008-04-17T17:38:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:50:09.163-08:00I wanna see what your insides look like; I bet you're not that pretty on the inside<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hGDRtoheRcKhB945o1pM2RbLX-figu7b_GQ7c7WmlfisIO2v9_vDdlKVSDu_KK-FUkDFgRw8txLoTWFgX3yvKGrMBg0fgb77H-SgK4WcKxHEj94xMToqOc9JJD1vnfsgKfjuM12yGBFq/s1600-h/hs-girl-library-shad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hGDRtoheRcKhB945o1pM2RbLX-figu7b_GQ7c7WmlfisIO2v9_vDdlKVSDu_KK-FUkDFgRw8txLoTWFgX3yvKGrMBg0fgb77H-SgK4WcKxHEj94xMToqOc9JJD1vnfsgKfjuM12yGBFq/s320/hs-girl-library-shad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190378462609217538" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Dear Diary:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Forgive me, I know I have a week without talking to you but I’ve been busy… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">A great singer wrote some words that have so much sense to me. Those words told me: "Imagine there’s no Heaven above us, only sky; and no hell below us". <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">"Imagine all the people living for today, imagine there's no countries, nothing to kill or die for and no religion too".<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I imagined all the people living life in peace, with no war, with happiness and beauty. People, who can walk, jump and run… Not people like me… A simple girl that even gods have erased from their memories…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">My wheelchair can help me to go to places that otherwise I could not go, but a boy’s heart is not an option.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">When you have no friends is very easy to focus on your studies, detect details and analyze people. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I like a pretty boy that’s always in the library meeting girls and taking their notebooks to get to know with them. I think he’s not happy, I believe he started doing that to forget some other girl but now it’s just a hobby.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Everyday after my math class, I go as quickly as possible to arrive to the library to take a ticket, hoping that he will have my number in his hand, waiting for him to steal my notebook and dreaming of someone that would like to spend a night with me… But I never made it…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I know his secret, I have a weapon to destroy him, but I got no one to tell about his dependence to the ticket machine. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Gossip isn’t funny when you’re alone…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">However, I had an idea to have a conversation with my charming prince! I followed him to the library to know what ticket he would take, so, the next day I would pick the same ticket number and he would meet me!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I washed my blond hair, wear my greatest clothes and used the perfume Mama gave me for my birthday. Today, my love would see me!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">At 13 o’clock, my wheelchair was already in the library and I was holding the ticket #85, the same number he selected yesterday. But he wasn’t there, the library-girl stared at me as if I was blocking the way, then I asked for some copies I didn’t need to make her smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I waited for that handsome guy for three hours; it was at 16 o’clock when everybody in the library watched the news in the TV, my secret love was being interviewed by a tall journalist. She asked him about his imprisoned friend, I didn’t know his best friend was in jail. Who would’ve thought that hot guy was a killer!? I wanna see what his insides look like; I bet he's not that pretty on the inside! I never imagined someone could do that to another person! He deserves to be in jail! Poor girl… Why he killed her!?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-40760163221063772952008-04-07T21:18:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:50:09.394-08:00I Think That Blew My Brains Against The Ceiling!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD0fSP2yxZOOulSSBVQgXN4Aa0-RliPYIiquxQpQzZgr7m9zc9LgZ-_VadyHnC9YiG8BI5ExCN3LK_pPH6wJnKqiNPDmctHbrBjwwO3hO2HKb1szk_yL_YMKEudj5twcN9j21LD_SQ-j0/s1600-h/cockroach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD0fSP2yxZOOulSSBVQgXN4Aa0-RliPYIiquxQpQzZgr7m9zc9LgZ-_VadyHnC9YiG8BI5ExCN3LK_pPH6wJnKqiNPDmctHbrBjwwO3hO2HKb1szk_yL_YMKEudj5twcN9j21LD_SQ-j0/s320/cockroach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186729805165150802" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Hey! A miracle to catch you here!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Hi! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Well, I hate this Messenger thing… But there’s nothing to do tonight<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yeah, same here<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">You won’t believe what happened today…!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Some other girl dumped you… lol<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Well, sort of…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Hahaha I knew it! How??<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I was flirting to a hot lady and a monster destroyed EVERYTHING!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It was enormous!! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It was gigantic!! And I’m not talking about my penis!! Lol<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Mmm … I bet you have a tiny worm down there!! Hahaha<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">What are you talking about?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The library has a monster as a secret pet! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yeah … Right… And I’m virgin too…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">ROFL!! But yes!! It’s true!! We all screamed when the damn roach jumped from the ceiling to my hand! And my scream, obviously, was the worst inside the crowded room!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">OMG… I can’t believe we’re talking about a roach/monster and you screaming around…!! Haha<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">A girly voice came out from my body and a hundred eyes turn to watch the freaking queer in front of the colossus bug! It was me! I yelled like that and I don’t know why the hell I did it! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">LMAO!! What did you do!?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I threw the monster through the people!! Hahaha!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OMG!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yeah, it was insane lol<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I’d give anything to hear you screaming like a fag!! Hahaha!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#30 had something to do with that horrible noise!! And you now what? That made me wake up! I have to stop thinking that my best friend is in love with me…! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Oh! I’m sure he is into that…!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Maybe you just think on gay things and why wouldn’t you do that?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">What do you mean by that!?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I mean… you’re a lesbian…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">You’re talking like I’m doing something wrpng<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Wrong*<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I’m just saying that I like to be the one who puts his dick into someone’s ass, not vice versa<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">OK… Sorry. I’ve been a little bit crazy lately…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Uh, Why?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Promise me that you won’t repeat a single word<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Fine I promise<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Remember the other day when I crashed with the ticket machine in the library?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Not really…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The day I told you #30’s girlfriend spanked me! (I love that nickname lol)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Lol I like it too…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yeah, he didn’t laugh with that joke<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">OK, it wasn’t much of a joke… In fact, we’ve been dating for two weeks<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">WTF!?!!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">REMEMBER YOUR PROMISE!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yeah …<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Wait! But they were still together last week!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I know… She was confused about everything<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I told her to break up with him but she was so insecure that I threatened her to stop seeing each other<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">OK, as far as I know, he broke up with her<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Yes, lucky me!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">You have no soul<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Uh??<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Guys don’t steal their friend’s girlfriend<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I’m not a boy!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">But you like girls!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">But I’m still girly!! I’m just a girl who likes tits!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">OH BOY! YOU’LL NEVER GET IT<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Now what?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Nothing, I’m trying to understand you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Shut up… You’ll never understand<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Watch the News Channel<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">NOWWW<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Girl_lover21 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Why?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">P_000 Says:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">JUST WATCH THE DAMN NEWS!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-89466508925343952662008-03-05T11:07:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:09.638-08:00We’re All Alive With The Glory Of Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_7XLF9x0vbEbhOhul3PyJpGaylRB-MeS605scEDQzkZk8DAJtaz34ybbvQYW1n2fxhj_EftNTLeS30c7H91GeDp1xUumgGoaNQOhlG7sEfc-KQYFLRLp96nSK_TfA-3DEwjt0d3-gorl/s1600-h/rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_7XLF9x0vbEbhOhul3PyJpGaylRB-MeS605scEDQzkZk8DAJtaz34ybbvQYW1n2fxhj_EftNTLeS30c7H91GeDp1xUumgGoaNQOhlG7sEfc-KQYFLRLp96nSK_TfA-3DEwjt0d3-gorl/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174341395137164530" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-US">It was a rainy day, one of those days that always achieve a sad moment in a movie and one of those days when you decided not to take the umbrella with you.<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#30 and I were in the library because he wanted to buy some copies that our history teacher told us to study for next day’s test. He bought an extra copy for his blue-eyed girlfriend. I almost forgot about her! So, I asked #30 how was that relationship going on.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“We’re not fine… She’s too far from me and I think someone told her about your Great-Hero-Big-Bang-Sodom-Party… I guess this will end soon…” he said. #30 downed his head and I decided to talk about something else. I had a trial next week; I told him I was accused as suspect in the crime because the cops thought that I was part of the whole plan, but I stopped when #21 arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-What’s going on? - She asked while she gave us kisses<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-I’ll break up with my girlfriend, he’s going to jail soon and we’re buying some copies which have taken too long! - My friend said with an angry voice to the library girl.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-Oh, my God! Did you sell your porn videos to kids again? – <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-Shut up, lesbian… I have a trial next week but I’m going to win that, I have a gorgeous lawyer by my side. I think you would like her-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-No, you have really bad taste… But right outside there’s a hot chick that spanked me when I was walking! And I don’t even know her! I’m not the only lesbian around here –<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">- How is she? – The old nerd asked<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-She has beautiful blue eyes; I think she’s your girlfriend –<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-What the fuck!? – I said in the middle of my laugh<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-Just kidding… Nobody spanked me, I’m just bored… This day sucks. I hate when it rains –<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I stopped smiling because #30 seemed not very happy with that joke, not because he didn’t laugh, which he did, but because I know him very well. There’s nothing more deceiving than a smile and my dude was an excellent hypocrite, he was the king, and the library girl was the Queen with her fake friendly attitude when she gave us our copies.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#21 crashed with the ticket machine as we went out the room full of students and teachers screaming for their copies.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#30 walked straight to his girlfriend to give her the History copies and one last kiss. The blue eyed girl took him from the hand after putting the white pages with some pink ones inside her purse. His car with dark windows was not far, the sad lovers had to run very fast to skip the rain drops and get inside to start with the end...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">They started a hard conversation, she had a bad feeling and my friend hugged her inside of his car. The girl's hands were shaking, waiting for him to say “good-bye”. #30 closed his eyes for a moment to think about that situation and analyze if he was making a mistake, the answer from his brain and his heart was “no, the only thing you’ll miss about her can be found in any other girl”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The “over” word was pronounced, a blue-eyed girl was heart broken and had left her purse inside of a boy’s car.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#30 ran out from his car to give her the forgotten purse, she took it and kissed the guy to make him regret about what he had lost.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">It was a rainy day, one of those days that always achieve a sad moment in a movie and one of those days when you decided not to take the umbrella with you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">My friend stayed in shock down the rain, he could difference between the rain drops and angry girl’s tears. She really loved him, so much that she didn’t say anything when he cheated on her. He broke up with her before she could leave him; he did what any other coward would’ve done in his place.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Did you talk with #30… or however you call him… about that little thing?” #21 asked me when we were watching the water falling from the sky through a window. I told her I wasn’t sure if he was gay but if he was, I wouldn’t stop talking to him, unless he would confess me his love…! I would kick his brains off!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">From a point of view, it’s not such a bad catastrophe to be liked by a guy. That means that I’m so sexy that I can attract girls, dudes or whatever! It’s not my fault to be so damn hot! Maybe I just wanted to feed my histrionic personality! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Am I wrong? Nah… I’m always right, don't I? Well, at least I'm going to keep getting good scores in History! Thank you #30! But don't speak<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-12772193184320993622008-02-27T12:39:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:09.831-08:00I Constantly Thank God For The Sins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7olg2lvZWzNH4I2E7kyTVfoZplFg76NMAMI__dswYj0z0T03CpU9si5JwzOwQYqE0RFwkzc3nR2JXlDxmWnaR_ZKbENOQPGo5BvGzXJPxQlcu8k9V-rJpvPrgEfvDaP5Evl3W3GLZQay9/s1600-h/teatro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7olg2lvZWzNH4I2E7kyTVfoZplFg76NMAMI__dswYj0z0T03CpU9si5JwzOwQYqE0RFwkzc3nR2JXlDxmWnaR_ZKbENOQPGo5BvGzXJPxQlcu8k9V-rJpvPrgEfvDaP5Evl3W3GLZQay9/s320/teatro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171764812381040210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="" lang="EN-US">I woke up with a rare feeling… Thinking about the bank incident and wondering if that was real! I opened my eyes and cleaned them with a little scratch of my nail, but what I saw after that weird dream, was people! One girl next to me, a boy with a chick sleeping in the corner of that bedroom and two young women hugging each other in the floor!<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I tried to get out as quickly as possible but I couldn’t find my clothes! My balls were exposed for five seconds and I had to take a pillow to cover my strangely tired penis! The fancy bedroom’s door opened and #30 appeared wearing his pants only. “Let’s go, dude! What a cool party! But I don’t wanna pay for the damages for the broken Jacuzzi! ” he said while he threw me my shirt and stuff.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The elevator took us to the first floor to escape from the four stars hotel. My mind didn’t work to well at that moment, so #30 explained everything to me. He told me about my “Great-Hero-Big-Bang-Sodom-Party”, he laughed at me about my chicken dance when I was drunk and threatened me with giving me a big punch if I couldn’t remember the “JC Chasez video” becoming true! Lol (</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hw6OqwU4wAs"><span style="" lang="EN-US">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hw6OqwU4wAs</span></a><span style="" lang="EN-US">)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Instantly, when he said that, I started to revive every minute of it! Everything, from the dirty dancing and the tequila, to the dizzy karaoke and bed time! The biggest party in my life and I almost forgot it!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#30 hesitated about something but stopped and changed the subject with a special-girl conversation. “She’s great, doesn’t she?” he asked, I thought he was talking about last night’s blond but #21 was the main character. We met her yesterday and her curly brown hair remind me the wonderful heaven #54 used to talk about.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The day I met #21 I left a boy and an ugly girl before she moved her light hand to take that number from the library’s ticket machine. I made my method work and we began a three hour conversation! In fact, we went to a hamburger restaurant, finished our fast food and kept talking happily!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">We both liked movies; the two of us enjoyed telling jokes about everything, she loved My Chemical Romance as much as I do and had all their CD’s! We had so much in common that she even liked girls! That’s fucked up!!!!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I was so close to find my true love… #21 seemed to be the one but we both collected Carmen Electra’s naked photos…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Whatever, I still told her about my Great-Hero-Big-Bang-Sodom-Party and she decided to go when I allowed her to go with a girl friend.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">“Finally, we have a lesbian friend! Now we’ll know how they replace a penis!” said #30 with a big pervert smile. I laughed and answered that I was going to see her again, the next day, so I could ask her if she wanted to… lol<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">#87 called me when I was driving my motorcycle. I waited to stop to phone her back and when I had arrived to the mall (were I was supposed to see #21), my sexy lawyer picked up her phone and notified me about a meeting in one week to discus my case.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I walked and talked with #87 until gaze #21, she had already bought the tickets to the movie. “Let me pay you those…” I said to the curly girl, but she just made a mad face! “Why do you have to pay!? Why can’t I invite you!? Is that because I’m a lesbian!?” she yelled! Oh, my God! That was so embarrassing that I had to do something! So, I pulled down her raised and angry arms to kiss her. She didn’t say anything and allowed me to do that, yes, for one second! She pushed me and screamed even louder! And I did the same! “Shut up! SHUT THE HELL UP! I JUST WANTED TO BE A NICE GUY! STOP THIS RIDICULOUS SCENE RIGHT NOW!” People around us kept silence and repugnant faces as if we were two crazy gorillas…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">We decided to enter to the screen room where we would watch the movie. The story was quite funny, it wasn’t comedy but the special effects sucked! The main character was a thin space cowboy; he had a tall cowboy and a pretty lesbian as friends. “She’s you!” I said while laughing, “And those gay cowboys are you and your main dude! And I’m not kidding” she answered also smiling. I acted as if I was mad because I though she was making a joke but she really believed that!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-I’m not gay! - I reclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-I know that, but not for too long- she said and ate some pop corn.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-Why can you even think that!?-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-I saw how your boyfriend watched you last night while you were having sex with the blond girl; he desired to be there-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-Shut up! #30 is not gay!-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-#30!? What the hell is that!?-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-Long story… But I’m pretty sure he’s straight-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">-Well, you can think that. I know how the rainbow-flag world is and I can detect gay dudes. #30 is homosexual and it’s not a bad thing for me, my personal point of view… You haven’t noticed about this, but he’s making you fall in love with him in a slow and intelligent way… I did that with my last girlfriend-<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">The silence caught me and I didn’t know what to say. Maybe #21 was right, maybe not, but something in the back of my mind told me she wasn’t lying… Why would she lie to me? Oh, God. Now I would have to end our friendship. Breaking up with a girlfriend is very easy, but break up with a boy!? Shit! That’s too gay!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-84510704056648578682008-02-12T09:18:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:09.926-08:00I Never Told You What I Do For A Date<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ag3Uvw7qzkn0P0NZCrUE_XNuXkmqvvhmVabv7pDMh7MU5z4BMenig-Ajo04VGGGU9Zhrx4zh329lEuGlw-gPEftrAZPA2WMLp_KG_YpidlxMOuAU4cIqTYelDvr3vijClokiKxfyjdm1/s1600-h/banco-galicia2106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ag3Uvw7qzkn0P0NZCrUE_XNuXkmqvvhmVabv7pDMh7MU5z4BMenig-Ajo04VGGGU9Zhrx4zh329lEuGlw-gPEftrAZPA2WMLp_KG_YpidlxMOuAU4cIqTYelDvr3vijClokiKxfyjdm1/s320/banco-galicia2106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166150340937395778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB">My parents decided to move to their old house and let me keep the apartment. I don’t go to work anywhere but they’d send me some money each fifteen days to the bank, they also gave me a debit card that I had to pick up yesterday at the bank.<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I parked my motorcycle outside the building and went through the metal detector machine, a beep sounded; I left my keys and some coins in a locker to enter.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The bank had lines in the floor to form a line, three open windows to attend people and fifteen chairs with four guys and nine girls using them. I was really surprised when I saw a ticket machine; it was next to the crystal door but I couldn’t practice my special method because I had no extra ticket. However, I reached to see a pretty girl in the second chair and a free space over the third one.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">“Sorry. Could you tell me which number is in the electronic board?” I asked her, she had brown eyes, a short skirt, three years older than me and no bra. Her smile appeared before she said the actual number.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">A conversation started between us, she seemed to be interested in me, and maybe that’s why she didn’t ignore me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Her black hair was perfectly done; it shined as the moon and had an excellent sense of humor. She even made a joke about my socks and their different colours, we both laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">“#87” yelled one of the three boys in the cashiers. The girl from the second chair gave me a “nice-to-meet-you phrase” and walked directly to the first open window while I was writing a text message to #30 about how she turned her look a second to watch me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">A huge mirror in one of the walls showed me my pants zipper open while I was waiting for my best friend to answer! So, I downed my eyes a little moment to fix my exposing problem and raised my head, immediately, a reflection in the mirror painted a big guy with a gun entering through the broken glass door.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Take off my belt, whip the bad man’s pistol and aim him with his own gun! Yeah! That’s what Rambo would’ve done! Instead, I just fell to the floor as he told us to do! The big guy ordered the boys behind the windows to give the money to #87 and if one of them didn’t do it, he would shoot her!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The police received an alert call when the door smashed with the thief’s car. So, they were already coming when the big guy shoot a girl’s leg inside the bank that tried to escape. He got mad and broke the huge mirror with one hysterical shot!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">“I need you to be faster, fuckers! FASTER!” he screamed when the last boy in the cashier gave a bag full of money to the crying #87. That was one of those moments in slow motion that make you feel like you need to do something quickly and force you to be brave!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I walked in total silence straight to the thief, a sharp piece of the broken mirror worked as a weapon and the big guy was giving me his back to accept #87’s money bag, I stroke a violent pose but #30 answered my message! A little beep made the guy turned his whole body with killing purposes and put his gun against my left eye! SHIT! I felt warm metal touching my skin! That was it! I was declared dead! Or that was what I would’ve normally thought but this time, the adrenaline invaded all my veins, my hands moved faster, the sharp piece of mirror slashed one finger and scratched another from the thief’s hand! One of the hosts picked up the pistol and aimed the big guy while the floor got lots of blood.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The police came with two ambulances. We all were interviewed when the thief was taken to jail’s hospital.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">#87 gave a card with her phone number, she was a lawyer and she wanted to defend my case! She called me a “hero” and hugged me in a sexy thankful way. My happiness level went up to the top, just as my ego. I saved lives that day and I deserved to be an idol. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The news talked about the event until today and I will get a medal tomorrow. Also, #87 called me to go to dinner after the ceremony! I couldn’t believe what happened but I liked it, it was a cool story and I was the main character! What could be better than that?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-89730606955130075562008-02-08T21:17:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:10.208-08:00There's Nothing Better Than Old Wine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCG1x81yt6xczcCaLcZXyo-3htoOtSZ5-aprHkHtzYkIGuy3FS6CjA6BFmn86hOrlJfV2wrzfk7w4zguYS41MtouBonY674g5KmK6JX3jWe6Fcdx7m67y4P_WkbdcHBTitIcnnZ9OfXZB/s1600-h/copas-vino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164868447818362418" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCG1x81yt6xczcCaLcZXyo-3htoOtSZ5-aprHkHtzYkIGuy3FS6CjA6BFmn86hOrlJfV2wrzfk7w4zguYS41MtouBonY674g5KmK6JX3jWe6Fcdx7m67y4P_WkbdcHBTitIcnnZ9OfXZB/s320/copas-vino.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">Days without my babe, wasted months looking for someone wasted... I wished I could manipulate time and go back a few days...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">My hands were tired, my special photo became old but my love was the same. Sadly, I got sick of my satisfaction game...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">I remember the night when I got drunk with a fancy bottle of my grandfather's old wine. My dreams drove me to a wonderful moment and #54 raised her hand and said she was present.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">I opened my eyes and she was next to me, I was not alone in my bed. A glorious dream where didn't matter if I looked bad, if I didn't shave or if she didn't wash her teeth. We were together again! #54 had a great smile but I put her photo on her face after we had a great night.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">We drank more of my old wine bottle, the food was excellent and the sex like never before because, this time, I made it with love. That day my place at college was empty, my teacher felt tranquility but I enjoyed twice of happiness than he did.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">I bought her a dress; my wallet had no limits in dreams. My house was the same but I saw it prettier 'cause she was waiting for me inside. Finally, I had a reason to arrive home earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">The girl talked to me every second and I tried to wake up. Thinking about #54 alive made me crazy but I couldn't wake up from that dream! I was real! She was on my bed and a coffin in the mausoleum was empty!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">My room started to call the flies and the bad smell woke me up from an awful illusion! I had a corpse in my house, worms in my bed and a used condom in the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">I had a much fucked up mind! My psychologist would pay his kid's college with me! I was pretty insane but I had to get the hell out that purple and teeth less body from my bedroom! So, I put that thing in my car and destroyed the mausoleum's door again with the corrupt security-guy's help. He "thought" I worked in medicine school since I offered him my gold ring.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">I felt rejected by myself before cleaning the vomit spot from the pillow. I changed the sheets and made shreds out of #54's photo! I didn't want to know more about that girl anymore and gave away all of my old wine! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">I got sick the next two days and never told #30 what really happened. He assumed I had diarrhea because of the smell!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US">When I went to college again, I was prepared to date real girls again! My promise about dating chicks without mechanical help had to be broken quickly! The damn ticket machine won! I did need my red-metal friend... However, I was not ashamed about that! Besides, nobody knew about my effective method to meet girls! This is my reborn, my return! The library stud is ALIVE!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-45391961393072286972008-02-07T08:21:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:10.348-08:00The Library Stud Is Dead<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mLZrOpM0OG0WR8-YH2vO5Asnut8xE0jwCeJxzlvgB8I-RqnngEVrjWUo7VzMMPVdYPjNMbfXCmMrafETxXEvBe6hhRF3nKuDEGywCfbhfSKyznRWhgk83mNGcaA-EkMsoemLamRBR9EU/s1600-h/blue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mLZrOpM0OG0WR8-YH2vO5Asnut8xE0jwCeJxzlvgB8I-RqnngEVrjWUo7VzMMPVdYPjNMbfXCmMrafETxXEvBe6hhRF3nKuDEGywCfbhfSKyznRWhgk83mNGcaA-EkMsoemLamRBR9EU/s320/blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164274976056722514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Ten minutes after I talked to #30 in the library, he introduced me to his blue-eyed classmate, she wasn’t his friend but he enjoyed to think she was, anyway.<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I sat down next to her, so I could smell her hair. “Pretty Flower Hair” I said, she gave me a strange face to ask me “What?” and I repeated the same thing. The pretty girl closed and opened her blue eyes slowly, looked at me and answers “I just met you and you are talking to me about my shampoo? Dude, you’re such a loser…” next, she gave me a smirk and changed her place.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I couldn’t move for 5 minutes! Never in my life, anybody, had threaded me that way! I was so humiliated! Then, #30 came where she was and announced he had a girlfriend, after that, I felt a death wish going through my spine.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I never had an addiction, drugs were not my thing, but the ticket machine became my nicotine. My red-metal friend was a double pass to heaven and hell.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Once you start using something you like, it will be very difficult to forget it! But I wanted to probe myself that I could hang out with chicks again with no machines help. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">After one week trying to meet girls without going to the library, I just found #54’s photo inside my pillow and broke my promise…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Desperate and almost transforming into a lunatic guy, my depression had my body without exercise and sadly alone. However, #30 still went to my place and talked to me at class. He became my friend, my best friend. I gave him some advices to change his style and he did everything as I said. #30 left the old nerd he was in the past and broke up with his girlfriend to start a relationship with the blue-eyed girl! It was extremely cool!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">He convinced his chick to go to the movies the last Sunday; she even invited one of her girl friends. We had an incredible day and the blue-eyed girl didn’t smirk to me again, in fact, that’s because she laughed to tears when her pretty friend smirked to me…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I’m still single and still don’t want to use the ticket machine. I have to re-learn how to date girls with no mechanical help. It’s going to be hard, ‘cause once you start loving someone, it’s very difficult to forget her… Maybe that’s why I can’t stop using #54’s photo… I miss you…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-59178848052874347452008-02-04T16:11:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:10.463-08:00You Know What They Do To Guys Like Me In College<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyd1DxRoYM44tazwqMMsm34sUdDeZB_3BjilHAnlm2OlGxWn8AbBW6_aR_xbCw83blZR1F0ZXgXbK91tOR5PPgrjSUF87em8wl8h0r37L7me_RxdHpkJimDrCOPlTt3lYVV6M6XYy4tAjZ/s1600-h/bag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyd1DxRoYM44tazwqMMsm34sUdDeZB_3BjilHAnlm2OlGxWn8AbBW6_aR_xbCw83blZR1F0ZXgXbK91tOR5PPgrjSUF87em8wl8h0r37L7me_RxdHpkJimDrCOPlTt3lYVV6M6XYy4tAjZ/s320/bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163286631067468866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">This is so weird right now. My times with the ticket machine have been nice, but I can’t believe everything that happened since then! I mean, two girls are dead! I have to stop doing that! Waste my free minutes between classes, going to the library to take a little ticket and receive in change two corpses…! WOW! That’s not my idea of cool dates…<o:p></o:p></span> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">What the hell…! I’ll do it until I’ve found my true love! What a pussy comment…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The only thing I got to eliminate is my malice and lust for girls. One chick at a time to avoid the psycho behaviour will help, please.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Once having this self-conversation done, I could continue with my secret ritual: 1- Take out yesterday’s ticket, 2- Wait a few people to finish their copies and 3- Make magic. What magic? There was no fucking magic for me that day! The wizard was not in my personality that afternoon! I checked my number and the red electronic board showed the #30, which was quite right! But the freaking nerd with that same number wasn’t!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I didn’t expect that! What a twist! I needed to fix what was bothering my stud-style way to meet girls. So, I pushed an old woman and had no nerd to tackle because he was on my possible-new-ticket-girlfriend’s place! “Who are you?” I said with my hair brows showing a violent gesture, the guy answer me with a scared voice that it didn’t matter if I took his place if I would left him alone. That was the second time that someone in the library let me use my ticket first but I wouldn’t allow more dead people! So, I raised my head in sign of peace and permission to make him understand that everything was OK and he would have his copies first.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The nerd freed a big smile that I didn’t follow; I just wanted my number to be used with a girl. In fact, I went out the library with no copies for me and my recyclable #30 ticket. The next day would be a nice one to use that number, the end of the month was coming and I scored a 30 at History, everything pointed to that number, something huge was about to happen. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I left the building to accelerate the waiting and see the morning sooner. The computer made me stay awake for three long hours, finishing the History extra-point homework and checking my web profiles to keep a strong friendship with mostly people I won’t ever meet beyond fourteen photos, their favourite songs and long funny chats.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The World Wide Web it’s a great place to lie, live in, “meet” girls and touch your genitals in front of a camera. A person met another last night through the WWW and the next day the fucking paedophile dude raped the fifteen year old princess. I will never do that, I just accept people as “friends” to become popular somewhere and if you add me I’ll give you the greatest welcome ever!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Two hundred minutes to sleep, teeth wash, a coffee and poop quickly. That’s my secret recipe for a cool new day and it was done. My journey to college had begun. I forgot to print my History homework and my mom didn’t know (until then) how to send an e-mail! My extra points were as doomed as #93’s virginity, however, there was one last chance to save them and the library had the answer!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I had a dèja-vu while walked straight to the library-girl, a little skinny image made me wake up and it also complaint! The freaking #30 was by my side again! He was wearing the same old fucking smile he had yesterday; also a new haircut that revealed how far can anyone go in a desperate way to use a cool hairstyle but don’t have what it takes to have it. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">“Thank you for a… add… adding me last night” those were his first words to dare to say before me. I just laughed while I told him how impossible that was; I checked my web profile and didn’t add a crappy boy like him! Unless he… Oh, my God! Damn you people with drawings instead of photos in their profiles! Damn you!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Four seconds were enough to put ninety nine offences in my mind to tell him, but (because it will always be a “but”) the nerd had the copies I needed in his loser hands! <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">History wasn’t an interesting class for me; even sleeping was an option during that class! Maybe that was the reason for me to have never seen that thin and smart guy behind me! <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">“Do you need these copies?” he asked with a funny nasal voice, off course I accept that I wanted those copies so badly! My score depended on them! I acted like he was my hero and my new idol, shacked one of his shoulders to show my approval and got really surprised when the situation turned even better! Those pink and perfumed pages weren’t his homework!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The chick with the hottest blue eyes in the university wrote every single word directly from her hands to those holy papers and sends her stupid pet to buy a folder for them! Since the moment I knew that I would do anything to become #30 from an idiotic slime into my best friend. With his help, I will have a new girlfriend and A as my never seen score in all of my future homework! <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">You’re my best friend, #30! It was true: that’s a lucky number! Take care and don’t go out! I don’t want you to catch a cold! See you in class and don’t forget to introduce me to your sexy master!<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-51716264027556609792008-01-28T15:44:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:10.754-08:00Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when you’re creative – Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGbulbcsUdrAcp0L8pK8UdhyphenhyphenKjL4JEe2_Z5r3Ymsnspq1YHB9gqQvzIKNHSg4ffGRD3-TQfs9cyRHWq6PFv7wWIFbzeaVqidaQZMEgnVkuhR72ELxJbIlfTfivA6bnLWvNpaPVgIJnNgx/s1600-h/vacuna1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGbulbcsUdrAcp0L8pK8UdhyphenhyphenKjL4JEe2_Z5r3Ymsnspq1YHB9gqQvzIKNHSg4ffGRD3-TQfs9cyRHWq6PFv7wWIFbzeaVqidaQZMEgnVkuhR72ELxJbIlfTfivA6bnLWvNpaPVgIJnNgx/s320/vacuna1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160679573033894898" border="0" /></a><br /><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">(*Note: If you already read “Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when you’re creative – Part I” blog, please ignore this note and keep reading this next paragraphs lol But if you haven’t read that blog yet, you won’t understand this, so, read the second blog, please! Thanks for checking this)<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">A few days ago, my grandma came to see me after a long time without talking before her and without finding myself watching my face through her glasses. She was not in her best days and her health was not what it used to be. She had a problem in her legs and sometimes she just didn’t feel them… So, she had to lay or sit down in those situations. Her long years walking on this Earth had affected her ability to transport herself and when I realized she had decided to come to see me, I knew that was a big deal. Sorry about the tear. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">It was true, I did something wrong and we had to do something about it. I killed a young, pretty girl and every minute inside of my cell, made me feel what I did to her in 162000 seconds and God knows how insane were each one of them.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">Since the first time I saw the girl I assassinated, my body trembled. In the back of my mind, I started making plans to catch her in my trap. She would be my first victim and her green eyes would experiment all my nasty thoughts in a live session.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">I couldn’t believe what I was saying, that’s the kind of thing you would hear from a lunatic guy! It was like if a killer’s soul possessed my body every once and a while… Sometimes, a little secret give our lives a quick escape from reality; others, a white lie assure you the happiness of someone you don’t want to hurt; but when you realize you’re the one who’s been a fool, that’s when you wake up. However, you look for an explanation for that action made against you, an excuse to forgive the liar, an answer to justify the one you love with all your heart… That’s ironically stupid. Because that is fooling yourself! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">I never forgive, I’m not a saint, and I’m not a hero. That’s why Jesus was created for; he is the only one who could forgive infidelity.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">I waited in my car for her to get out from that man’s house. The selfish bitch had a lot of fun that night, at least, until I kidnapped her…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">I imagined the worst way to die and did it to her. I took the dirtiest knives and stained her legs. I let my anger, my insecurity and sadness flow through her body and I painted my walls and floor with red art. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">Her eyeless corpse slept with my black-onyx car in the city’s lake for one week. Each bite a fish gave to her; a detective approached more to the actual murderer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">They caught me when she had no tongue and was more than a body a “fish-motel”.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">Even with all my reasons to kill that fucking whore, I ended in jail; everything I did was in vane! I was single again and had a house full of clues that pointed me as the villain of the story…! It was a bad idea to keep her green eyes in my fridge and the bra she wore that night in my closet (incredibly, the bitch had my taste…!). I’m such a stupid girl!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">“He had to be here, not me!! Why did I have to meet him!? Why did I go to the library that day!? Why did I take the number 54!? Help me, grandma! HELP, ME!” I yelled before everyone who was looking at me through the huge mirror saw how my body started calming down and how my screams became low-volume noises. Never in my whole life, had I felt so much peace and tranquillity than that moment. The venom ran in silence guided by my own blood as the darkness appeared in form of tired eyes. The fear came to me in the last second I remember, but I did what a strange voice told me to: Just sleep…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-70578269694277026542008-01-28T15:39:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:10.917-08:00Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when you’re creative- Part I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQSLiOKwVYAhQVcTI4PTsj1eB_igiWd3riA_d-qCPioV4EQFSrHcrfU9NceDyyRX-bWY8_ENcMy_mkQyGsgUN3WRbaSLlaxmi5qwsmor7ruxXD_M8NMuZ-ZwUVOz2InwjK2tskPMRZep-L/s1600-h/sexo-foto-blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQSLiOKwVYAhQVcTI4PTsj1eB_igiWd3riA_d-qCPioV4EQFSrHcrfU9NceDyyRX-bWY8_ENcMy_mkQyGsgUN3WRbaSLlaxmi5qwsmor7ruxXD_M8NMuZ-ZwUVOz2InwjK2tskPMRZep-L/s320/sexo-foto-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160677378305606626" border="0" /></a><br /><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">(*Note: If you already read “The Ticket Machine!” blog, please ignore this note and keep reading this sequel lol But if you haven’t read that blog yet, you won’t understand this, so, read the first blog, please! Thanks for checking this)<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">The next day that I met #93, I realised she was a whore, and not because of the gossip, but because of what she did to me the night before in a restaurant’s restroom! Oh, my God! I was so scared and excited at he same time! I didn’t know if she was trying to lick me or thinking about giving me a free amputation! However, it was awesome! She was a crazy sexy nurse and I wanted to be sick forever!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">She was the easiest, sexiest, smartest and funniest girl I’ve ever met. Her green eyes would be in my mind for a long time and they were before me whenever I wanted to refresh my memory! It’s very funny how some events occur to make your life better or teach you something. In my case, I learned one thing thanks to my red-metal friend: If you can date several chicks at the same time DO IT!! So, I’ll tell you a little bit about #54 too.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">The second girl I met with the ticket machine was the kind of woman you would present to your mom as your future wife. She didn’t have green eyes but she could look through you with so much love that was possible to grab it with your hands. If I ever wanted to find some girl to have kids with, #54 was that girl! Her ability to do everything perfect was unique and her love for God was it too. So, I couldn’t fuck her… yet.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">Anyway, she gave me a naked photo of her naked chest two weeks later to decrease my hunger. She told me to use that picture to imagine what I could have with her if we carried on in our relationship. LOL!!! She was CRAZY!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">College is a big place where you are like a fallen leaf in a forest during fall. The quantity of people you meet is designed in the universe to be the correct quantity you really need to progress with your career and your life. That’s why two girls in the same class didn’t know they had more than the same pink shirt in common.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">My relationship with #93 was very hot. Anytime, anywhere, it was familiar to me the meaning of her dirty green-eyed-look. It was inevitable to resist her sexy feminine charms. Even if we were at Neighbour’s Restaurant, the bank, my car or her uncle’s funeral, the place wasn’t important. Sex was the only way I knew to make her happy and I had the satisfaction to always look a great smile on her face when a showed an emergency condom in my pocket. But I knew that if sex failed our relationship would die as well. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">One night, she came to my place, I opened the door and the dirty look had been sent. My testosterone antennas caught the subliminal message like flies are trapped by Ray Toro’s afro. In about two minutes, I already had #93 kissing me on the sofa, giving me her body heat and touching my hands when she pronounced these magic words: “Why do you have sanitary paper pasted on your hand?” My entire body was frozen solid the next second I heard that…!! My face turned all red and Mr. Silence sat between us, but he ran away when she started laughing!! “I can’t believe you did that!!” she said while I was still stupidly brush, watching her stand up and parts of my body going down…!! Damn #54’s photo!! I’ll never use it again!! I promise!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;">(Will continue in Part II)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450941470805020448.post-28584956642769855302008-01-28T15:35:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:50:12.343-08:00The Ticket Machine!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vkEDAig3xa1mUJbFvPlWlvT8VYKVCpQpAjKLPDQ6MT08IccmEHX47ulBAkhOPlD6Lfz_JkRQoxawwDs2DDkoBwRaIoxp3FcSdV7rkXK_22OdQrqs-ZQm-BnQ0PqectVkofUdwrh3VguQ/s1600-h/ticket.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vkEDAig3xa1mUJbFvPlWlvT8VYKVCpQpAjKLPDQ6MT08IccmEHX47ulBAkhOPlD6Lfz_JkRQoxawwDs2DDkoBwRaIoxp3FcSdV7rkXK_22OdQrqs-ZQm-BnQ0PqectVkofUdwrh3VguQ/s320/ticket.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160676119880188866" border="0" /></a><br />I was waiting for 15 minutes in front of the library; twenty people were waiting to get their copies of homework, pages of books and stuff. I was about to get sick because of the human heat and hunger! So, I tried to avoid some people to get my copies first, I couldn't wait one more second!<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"> One step to the right, push an old woman and tackle a nerd, that was all I needed to become the next in the crowd to be attended and did it! Time of joy and party! "Finally, in 5 minutes I'll be eating!” I thought. (And this is the part where everything is fucked up...) But my smile turned down when the library-girl ask me for my ticket! I didn't have a ticket! How was I supposed to take a ticket when I, with all my strength lol, almost got out because of the bunch of animals that wanted their copies! I mean, it was impossible to take a ticket! But when I waked up from my own anger dream, I was in the corner of the library, in front of the damn ticket machine!<br />My madness couldn't do something else than take a ticket but my 15 minutes of torture would have a sweet revenge! Anyway, I had to eat; my stomach was eating its own walls!<br />A girl and a guy went to my table to talk and the time made me forget everything about my copies! The next day the library would collapse and the red ticket machine with it!<br />The night is gone and the breakfast done, the bus taken and I was walking straight to the library. Everything was like I expected: a mass of people fighting to get a lil'paper to have a copy! So, I waited for 5 minutes and the opportunity came. The scoreboard in the wall was showing the 93 number, my ticket's number. One step to the right, push an old woman and tackle a nerd, I was in front of the library girl, I gave a smile and put my ticked on the big desk. "What the hell? Two 93 tickets?” she said when a pretty hot girl put her ticket by my side! Her green eyes made me stop each word I could possibly say, her lips had me paralyzed watching they move when she told me: "You go first; I'm not going to do a big drama because of a ticket". I felt like the biggest idiot ever...! But I had the hottest girl talking to me, I had to control myself and be the coolest guy in the library! So, I gave my papers, asked for the copies I wanted and tried to make a nice conversation with the girl. I made her laugh one time. Immediately, the library-girl brought me the copies. Another guy from the library finished helping my dream girl. "See ya", I said while I took her notebook and copies in purpose, got out of the library. Minutes later, I started to love the damn ticket machine, because when I got a call from the green-eyed-girl to give her the correct stuff, I knew a great way to meet chicks! </span>And that's how I met #97, #21, #83 and #54!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Por Donovan Retana</div>Donovanrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01600470624957182645noreply@blogger.com1