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Job's Bar 6 (part 3)

- What would you have done you, sorry? - Churches Lester drying a glass with a burazzo, his brow furrowed so much seem to do his face a grotesque mask theater.
Even at this round, I was always placed on the throne My inseparable, the stool of an elephant in cellophane.
- I told you, I threw a straight punch on the chin. And Did I even pulled right! - Proudly showed part of my slightly yellowed teeth, like smile.
- I know you a little '. Until yesterday I would not have even seen kicking a capon. Now you turn into an executioner. This means only one thing ...- ruled the expert bartender.
- Listen, oh Horse's Mouth - I was ready to accept the obviousness of the owner of Job's Bar meanwhile toying with a pretzel shaped like a saxophone.
- It is clear that you are completely lost in this one ... What did you say his name? - His eyebrows rose so much that went behind his head.
- Alina, you've already told three hundred twenty-seven .- Sometimes my answer could not be resigned.
Pino, senior multi-octogenarian, he awoke from his stupor dictated by high doses of daily sports and Cynar (Cynar more than anything else), stood up from his desk in a corner, below the photo Eddy Merckx. He got up and stick with some improvised dance steps.
- Alina Oh, the prettiest of the East! - Said the unlikely dancer.
- Carina no doubt. We hope at least that does not trip your own petitions I said, handing a pat on the shoulder.
- Hope fine young man. Otherwise die in agony, having said that, he sat down again, not after a bronze in the sixth grade on the Richter Scale (the collapse of houses, panic). We in the bar we were accustomed to, so there decomposing for longer than necessary.
And so once again I came home on foot, stunned, staring off over the same pavement.
Who knows where it is now, who knows What she is doing, I'll be thinking about?
Christ! That twelve year old girl from reasoning listener of those boy bands that make you so little heart beat.
I laughed out loud at myself.
old lady looked at me wrong and seem to point to its lowest Chihuahua.
A cluster of tiny skin and bones began to bark against a certain determination.
- What do you want from me? You know very well that you do not even touch it with a flower! - I told him lovingly leaning toward him.
- Screanzato! - He made the lady indignantly by pulling his pupil.
A short walk and well calibrated riavviai me home.
And you want that there is once again in front of her front door?
By itself, however. Much better.
A rush of adrenaline to the brain slapped me and woke someone else in my pants cinogiappokoreano market. Fortunately my lucidity returned to being a publicly acceptable levels.
- Alina Good evening! - Greeted her with an expression of a real big cat. As those cats blacks, extraordinarily thick and fleshy, who can only play with balls of red wool.
- Congratulations on the timing. I just need someone with strong arms .- said with that mischievous that can not help but send in a broth of jujube.
- Why? I do not see anyone from punching .- I replied, looking around, trying some other peasant to beat up.
- No. Look at the ground .- I pointed out on the sidewalk of the shopping bags, filled with spectacularly.
They did not look good. Between me and the envelopes there was an exchange of glances that did not promise anything good.
- How they got here? - Questioned the witness.
- By car, right? - I pointed to a terribly old machine that had more years of her: a Comprehensive Yugo. I could not help but remain fascinated by such an archaeological find.
- Hey! You've never seen a fossil of the Pleistocene? - Chuckled gently with that deliciously charming little mouth ... Yes, I own party, I did not understand anything.
- spiritual and cultural basis with minimum! Well, Alina, a good girl brought up, as they say? - I went to her and I did thanks to my imponenete cm.
She leaned on his toes, once again grabbed the collar of my raincoat, he inside of the eyes annegarcisi cakes, die, be reborn and repeat endlessly, lifted his right leg backward, as if to gain momentum and jump.
Very timidly, with the palms of the hands touched the sides, just to avoid lost his balance. I felt, as to say, strange. Not that I was embarrassed, in fact, everything seemed just so special, unusual, unnatural that I was, stuck.
- Please would you take me up in the house? - "Implored" her.
- I do not like mica good that you take so much confidence. Not-In truth I was simply ecstatic.
Without wasting any more time in pleasantries, I leaned over and grabbed my hands mercilessly stubby plastic bags in groups of three.
I was dying from fatigue. I never thought that in such a short space could be so much stuff.
- I can not do to bring them up at home. But I see that you are not an issue .- Alina observed.
- No, no. Do not worry .- replied boldly, with heart impending explosion.
was an original reinterpretation of the Via Crucis. One unfortunate
harassed out by this malignant Sportina, scorned even by the brats of the third floor, door, with exhausted his arms, huge weights up to the much longed final redemption.
I thought in my building there were fewer flights of stairs.
sudarmi I had every single step up to the door of his apartment.
I put them to him at the entrance.
- Thanks a lot! Do not bother to bring them inside. Here I'll .- squeaked my sweet Alina.
He gave me a peck on the cheek, like when you have four years and was the first girlfriend in kindergarten.
I own child again.
- Hello and thanks again .- He started to bring in the bags. An envelope at a time.
- Well, you need something .- Now give me a whistle on his forehead had written "Welcome." I took my leave
and went back into my cave, stumbling a bit 'for the effort, a little' for the hangover due to her French perfume brand.

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Job's Bar 6 (part 2)

When you're high on a woman are inevitably much more stoned.
Of course, things will look different than usual, often better.
Even the beer market taken by low-grade pakindianafghano you seem tastier.
Even that bum, which usually puts on the park bench, seems to smile when you walk.
Look on the ground, looking for a few cents, well located half Cucuzza. A fortune!
You notice also how the shoots that emerge from the hard asphalt of the rule are much greener.
Not to mention when the gates of the stores of canned souls, the dorms palaces, flowers are a foot high and passes, red, pulsing with life, who do not care to be on a sidewalk Zozzo while there are others that if the greenhouse having a great time in a comfortable first-class, with provocative maidens ready to water them at the slightest hint of thirst.
They had also noticed that of Job's Bar and walked a few feet from the ground.
Lester, from his bench, was watching me with making clinical.
- If you did not know you, I would say that you are dropped from the highchair. But your eyes idiot speaks for itself - he said putting a bad taste in the shelf.
With her hand was doing dancing with a glass of Braulio, of course I was always sitting on my stool lined pithecanthropus.
- Well, it's my neighbor. I honestly do not know precisely describe it. It is pretty. It is fresh and elegant. I heard talk on the phone. I could not understand anything about the speech, but his voice was not of those fowl, chirping and annoying, and even to crow like a scratching of the change machine. It was fluty, haunting ... - I said, as would have been fantasizing about naked in my bed.
- Since I can not tell you to drink less, since you're one of my main sources of income, I can only tell you to smoke less. Provided you use drugs. No? - Lester asked, raising his left eyebrow, bleary more than ever.
- No, old man. You know you're the only one ever. - Ammiccai with a draft grin.
That day I chose to walk back home earlier than usual.
The clouds did not bode well and I was without an umbrella.
was a few tens of meters from the gate of the house when I saw her.
was exactly opposite the entrance gate.
She was not alone.
Initially took my sadness.
On the other hand could not be otherwise. One is so difficult that it is on the loose.
Not bad.
Although the bitter taste was always and everywhere.
With her, a bold, well beyond middle age and having tan well beyond the parameters permitted by law, sunglasses and four-wheel-built cars in extraterrestrial material, possibly a Japanese prototype.
They were talking animatedly.
He shouted something and gave her a slap that make it fall to the ground. This
not.
not exist.
I can not get away with something like that.
Introducing "Super Beer", the super-hero directly from the Job's Bar Forged from the best malts and hops from Bavaria, the best grappa and the finest vodkas Anglo-Saxon of the Urals.
Gonfiai my chest and I did not think twice about intervening.
My right fist closed, it became hard as diamond and disastrously shattered knuckles against the chin of this rich guy from overwork.
feeling the pinch.
_ Asshole, without your cocks! _ He did what way back to the driver's door. Fuck
_ _ replied with cavalry.
_ Watch out, ugly piglianculo, which you will pay! _ Threatened that point against the index. Back
_ well, I'll wait with a bottle of Dom Perignon._ smiles spreading his arms as will welcome him back. The young billionaire
forty-five years went scoured with his big car and I buried her with smog ninety-nine octane.
I made a couple of coughs. A cross between a picturesque kitten wet and seventy-five phlegm affection pneumonia. With
gaze followed the booming car disappear around the corner then I turned to her.
He approached and took me by the lapel of my raincoat worn.
- Thanks! - Exclaimed, beaming - It's about time someone did see the green mice that son of a bitch. -

- Son of a bitch? I would not be so generous with him. - I said, admiring the forms enclosed in a designer clothes, too sober for his body.
- It's really hard to find someone willing to risk a bruise that does not even know. What do you say? - Asked killing me with those doe eyes.
I was in heaven. Despite
that, my appearance back from a bar reveals little or nothing.
- Well, I'm a slightly 'particular, we want to do. - I replied with the poor attitude by Humphrey Bogart.
I needed was a cigar and hat. For the rest I would have been perfect. Okay, I missed even fresh shave his beard.
- I'd have you already seen. For even if you live in this condo? - Churches, almost skipping, like a child that you gave the birthday present.
- Yes, 21 inside, honey. - I replied with a warm voice. Hot, like a vegetable soup.
- Hey, you're very close to mine. I am at 23. And do not call me sugar. I hate. If anything, Alina. - He held out his hand to shake mine, the same pig that had rejected before.
took it gently, savored with eyes that hand clean and fragrant, I leaned over and kissed it to him, pretending to brush her with just her lips.
- Miss Alina, at your service! - A knight mediaval, made of old clothes, dusty, with a slight smell of drink as his faithful squire, put it under the orders of his lady.
She laughed, but not loudly. Do not disturb the neighbors with noise of worthless. It was a laugh the most unique, even from the best inimatibile forger of paintings of the author.
I introduced myself. I gave my little credentials.
- Thank you, all. Now I go on. See you soon, okay? -
- All right honey, uh ... Katrijna! There Nose - The goodbye and watched as his sparkling, curvaceous calves as she climbed the stairs of the entrance to my palace, his robe fluttering and caress her thighs.
few seconds that lasted an eternity.
do not know if it was to sober up or to make a patrol worthy of a soldier I did around the block before returning to the house.
The fact is that when I set foot on the threshold of the entrance, a spark made me feel a lot more stoned.

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