Today nothing Job's Bar
Lester had closed because I had decided to take a day off.
" I'm going to visit my relatives in Ca San omasum and abomasum" told us all looking happy, maybe because of not having to spend the day to dry the usual cocktail glasses and serve.
So I stayed home.
Or rather in my cave, my den that was located at the condominium "Jasmine" Via Bagutta.
It was a great apartment, say he was more than suitable for me that I lived alone, without women and children in tow.
had everything that a stunned middle-aged singles could desire: a sofa in the contemplation of the television, a large refrigerator and a bed ready for action.
Often this action was (for me) in turn and turn over all the time, looking for the right position to catch sleep.
My palace is not a real key to much perfume, you know, vanilla, or a particular fragrance French brand, exotic, you caress the chin as a joke or want to invite you to dance.
Buquet That was a very "male" shoes left to air around the floor, socks and vests fugitives from the respective partner stragglers clinging to chairs in the kitchen. Not to mention then the dangerous chemical experiments of dirty dishes abandoned to their fate put in the sink, waiting for a wash still to be postponed.
Moreover, recently, I had the invasion of the wasps. Then the firefighters I stuff it in the shutters of the caisson tons of pallets of mothballs.
My God Versailles knew so senior ninety in a row for three hours at branches of social security.
just a drama.
So I rolled up my sleeves and made the difficult decision to call in order to try to give at least a semblance of cleanliness, of decency if nothing else, that it was my territory, my kingdom.
built it a list of things to do:
- Hide more accurately the numbers of "Tits and motorcycles." Sort by number and place them on a shelf readily available
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Place a rack in the bathroom
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Racattare all the dirty clothes, and heaping them in the washing machine
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Wash the dishes and cutlery
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Remember to wash the dishes and cutlery with a blowtorch
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Scrape the patina of dirt from the floor (It's a shame, because it gives that little bit more experienced)
began the work of great vigor.
I later learned later from some of my neighbors, who felt not exactly reassuring noises coming from my apartment. Guilt
shelving unit that I had fallen on his foot (causing a flood of insults to all the gods of human history) or the ventriloquist of the kitchen sink? Hmmm ... Who knows.
However, the fact is that, at some point, taken from exhaustion from cutlery who would not just flaking out on their own, I convinced myself to throw them out the window like a man.
I went boldly on the terrace, which was then a mere half square inch of the sill, with a fossil of geranium to decorate everything.
I was holding the tray full of dishes.
I was assured that there was no one below.
So low to the ground floor there was only a desert of asphalt and was supposed to serve as a parking lot. Later I was going to recover and throw everything in the box mangiarifiuti. I just wanted the satisfaction of letting off steam.
Everything was ready.
" For the Banana Republic and Tamarinds Gathered for the test casting of the basin, prepares the athlete *** *** "shouted one speaker. And with it the cry of a crowd in a stadium surrounded by imagery in my head.
The majority of the public would surely be perceived as distinctly male one breath birroso definitely come from the stands. Then I put my hand cupped to his mouth. It was not the fault of the audience. That was me.
The race was neither too long nor too short. On my way there were obstacles. I was able to better coordinate my technical movements. A quick snap followed by intense efforts of the arms in the act of throwing the bullet as far as possible.
started the run.
was determined, confident, proud.
Nothing and no one could stop me.
I was now not far from the threshold of the terrace.
arms began to shrink, the grip of his hands became more narrow as to want to strangle the basin.
A block.
Something stopped me. All arrested. I looked around bewildered. The audience began to boo and throw objects in the field: bottles, cans, scooters ...
I tried to understand why I was stalled. A voice
. A female voice, not warm and inviting, but young and bright.
" did not seem to have guests at home," I thought, fine scratching the backside.
The voice came from outside, from outside the window. This time I looked with
furtively and cautiously, like a cat (a big cat, since I have never been physically small, still less agile).
the left side of my terrace there was another one, belonging to an extension different from mine. And
slightly leaning his elbows on the railing, there was a girl, a great girl (either), who was talking to the phone.
" Excellent! A beautiful stain for twenty years! This is what I would need a dirty old man on my level! "I said to myself, vehemently, raising his left eyebrow. Usually this was a sign of approval.
I continued to watch her, hidden behind the door of the door. I felt a little 'guilty but I could not help it. Perhaps because it was really nice too.
profile, nice, fraudulent, and that nice nose that was itching to heart (and perhaps elsewhere) were accompanied by a mouth agile and supple. He must have a captivating smile, to get lost, abandoned and sent to fuck the world. There is plenty to gab, indeed. The emphasis, however, I thought of my party (and passionate free-range) but a foreign country, possibly Europe. Then the green jersey short
that revealed the navel and those who left in shorts showing her cosciottine ... It was definitely too much for my track record of proven coronary artery disease.
How to take me? for a ride, we began a slight breeze, the hint of smog and steel plant, a move long light brown wavy hair that, from time to time, down to tease the white neck.
I wanted to bite, scratch, do it my own.
addentai I clumsily lip to try to keep on the mainland.
pollution created an original and nice effect "Arizona" in the sense that the atmospheric temperature is getting nearer and nearer to that of Death Valley. Mine too was rising.
perceive this increase in contemplating the curve geometrically perfect, which formed its back with the baby's bottom and legs.
I was hypnotized by her ankles, thin and light, just made for flying in the sky or the clouds or between the sheets. For me it would not make much difference.
Meanwhile, viewers come to attend to my test were displacing the stage making obscene gestures to my address and invited me to visit places inelegant.
They understood that that day there would be no jet bowl through the window.
