The year was 2007, I think it was Monday, I felt good and decided not to get on the bus. I started walking down the avenue, and after one or two hundred meters, I changed my mind and grabbed the first thing I saw. It was so vague and lazy now, must have begun to take care of my physical, but I did not know the latter. Undoubtedly, as you are expecting, that day I learned that I had developed a characteristic did not know.
The culprit was Marta, a fellow at the institute had not seen since the 98. Evidently my evolution had not been for the better. But of course, but it was almost familiar with my decay, scratching a little more what you say ego Do we agree? Well, the conversation was more or less well.
Marta took me as follows. Male Seba, long time no see! (in high school called me Seba, Chano it came, like most things, with age) Before I answer, I had planted two kisses of those who hurt, in each of the cheeks and had made another question, along with a strong statement. UICH , what a face you have! "You're wrong, no? - Now I thought to myself. Well, What about bills?, she asked, clearly not seeking an answer. I am working in an accounting office, the truth that do not charge much, only about 1500 euros per month but I have to work some Tuesday afternoon, a couple of hours, you know, balance. He could not speak, I began to imagine ways they could have gotten the gigs. The truth is that what had always been silly, I could not think in any way noble or morally correct. Who cares, if I could, I think he would have done anything for a gigs of such earnings.
quickly Marta took one look at my suitcase and to my dismay, saw full of notes of the Faculty. Of course, gave the phrase that I hated to hear at that time, and that the university was doing me up the hill and looked like a professor instead of a student: Do you you're still studying? . I shit on your ... and I bit my tongue. This girl I was getting tired so I had thought, for the first time in my life would be like my stay in jail because I promise to kill her. I think even I would be appreciated.
What he lacked was to attack with my looks or my clothes y. .. have to see the clothes I wear! Prince looks Bell-air! This statement accompanied by a chuckle, as if thinking, "What age I have" . And you do not get off the large china daughter? I thought again in silence. with how well you dressed guy at school, always with your little shirt and your pants Chinese funnier ...! .
What he meant by that? "Funny? Graciosa it with that voice, which seems to have a stuffy nose, and glasses, that thing ugly glasses.
No matter if you child as you look good is important, if you feel more youthful ...
just kill me now, over old tells me, but if she is older.
Marta could not ignore the last of his comments, everyone does that already, I almost do not care. Seba , are you more chubby, no? Look, if you have to tits! Jajaaja!. Aaaahhhh! I'll kill myself, kill myself today, when money for a therapy I have not, so I was suicide. It was true, was more chubby in fact, since then my belly has risen as the price of oil. There was no way out, my colleague Marta had taught me the way to the dark side of maturity.
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