Juli Ashton And Tiffany Granath Night Calls

exaggerated BRANDOLERO LIFE VII

VII

Brandolero wanted to introduce to your friends. So a week before Christmas I went to know. We agreed to meet in Quilca, in one of those stores Gothic, where his friend. His friends wore the same clothes as him, even the same hair, long hair that covered most of his face, but the difference was as follows. They were Gothic, and was only Brandolero Brandolero and wore clothes well and because it was cheaper and preferred not to spend their money on clothes if not cigarettes, in thousands of cigars.

by moths stayed a while in the old streets of Lima, they were no longer as before, were now more dangerous than alligators mud. Matiwasa Then, each home. Give few friends were disappearing. So we are left with one that was made in the image and likeness of Brandolero, a skinny type, hair that covered her up filthy mouth, talking nonsense like the above, Shit! It was his clone and could be that this also was equally Brandolero Conchudo that, I swear by snoopy, was the original version of Brandolero, I think that was very Brandolero bamba, What a paradox! Both smoked to everywhere, just Hamilton (eye) between them spoke typical causita causha or were a strange mix between hard punk and reggaeton, the two were like twins in the square of Q uilca up in the tone of his voice to the subject of their conversation and agreed they were innocent, no doubt the two were a couple of idiots, and I was one to be at his side Hamilton smoking like crazy.

- What now caushas plans? - Said Brandolero clone

As it was dark I had to look good, but very well to recognize if I spoke Brandolero or usurper.

- I do not know, I think it is a bit late to do plans.

- than later, "said Nada Brandolero-are Saturday, one week before Christmas, before making the semanesca, have to go for drinks .

- semanesca What? - Ask ironized

- Just as there are lent to Christmas semanesca also have a week where you do not make sin, to come clean to the birth of Manuelito.

- Huh? And that's where they taught you

- Lalo's father in college

- A natured brown?

- No, a fat, Blancon, like Bud Spencer, named Michael Leandro, I do not know why he said lalo

- Mmm

- Caushas, \u200b\u200byou have to make a pig pa pa to buy a warm drink, "interrupted the clone.

- lucas I only have three in my jean pocket, "said Brandolero

- to me or watch me, "I

- Brother, as a tip, I have my house payment, is here for two blocks.

- If cholo, look past your birthday is tomorrow, Lend alone, I put my only three lucas.

Two alligators tender - that persuaded me not existing.

- Yeah, look, I have only fifteen soles, nothing more.

- It does not matter, go ahead with the money causha.

I dropped my twine, or mad he would drop everything, you just let out a little, if no How the hell was going back home?

were, while I was sitting on a park bench, buy a drink. After a while again Pomalca white rum and cola Inca staff.

- What was it?

- here it is. Let my house to suck.

- If we Brandolero reaffirmed his house.

- What was? Let's take pure rum

- brother No, that's why we brought the Inca cola personal

- With that little thing?

- Enough ...

Left as asshole, yeah, like dude, I was spoiled by the bad apples, in this case were a couple of idiots and I another pedestrian was in full metamorphosis asshole, but one of those championship.

We arrived at the home of the clone. He opened his door with a key can pretty strange. We crossed a few clothes hanging on a clothesline, then a hallway lit by a blue light and then move to another which lit red, shit! It seemed a trip interspatial or just a brothel. On the way we met a guy who was swinging to and fro, seemed to be a fatal pea.

- Puta is my uncle, "said the clone

- Save, Save.

- No problem, until we can suck it.

kept walking and the guy stood before us

- Nephew "? "Nephew? Sobrino, lol!

- Dude, What happened?

- Nothing, I just got paid in the company, just finished roofing a house and all the workers we have paid up to twenty more for good job lucas .

- good!

- Señor buenas

- Señor buenas- dije también yo.

- ¿Tus amigos?- preguntó el enorme tío del clon

- Si tío mis amigos

- ¿Y que van ha ha ha ... do? Hip!

- Nothing, we are celebrating my birthday in advance

- Just go to take?

- Yes Why? - Said the clone

- pibas Is not there?

- No, no, we could not get

- No problem for Hip nephew ! That we got where Uncle Joroncho, this will be my birthday present

- Do not worry man, just enough to suck us

- Nothing, nothing, takes that shit suck pa germ Your still nothing right?

Brandolero and I listened to the conversation like two idiots.

- Do I nothing? - Said the clone

- Nothing, nothing

- Nothing?

- Nothing as asshole, or you have not broken gearbox, you have not thrown

- No, no gita

- Pucha but your friends as

- Nothing, they are decent - lied to the clone.

- Today I will submit indecent girls, spoiled, sapphires, broken sword, heated gourds, 2x1, big boys, outlaws, sandunga, taps, taster milk hand loose boxers, emeralds, hunting birds, mavericks, stabbed ...

- Huh?

- Putas, eg jerk, putas…

- Ya, ya, chevere tío, te pasaste.

Creo que a esta parte de la historia la debería llamar: “Y de repente el clon se emociono” pero nosotros qué pintábamos en ese entierro, en serio era un entierro, o iba a ser un entierro, nosotros seríamos los populares, violonchelistas, laucheros, chupamedias, testaferros, gallinazos. Bueno en fin, que nos tocaba perder, quizás hasta nos tocaba ganar con alguna mañosería de alguna de esas putas, but I was faithful to my wife, so I went with them but with the conviction that would not do anything here that would rout was the clone.

We left the house of the clone in the old car with which to taxi his uncle. That car was shit, had no horn. I asked him as Lord and can walk without a horn. For that I need a horn, sometimes I make the horn and a horn more straw, pull my head out the window and say, "I replied conchatumare progresses.

uncle arrived at the brothel Joroncho, we prepare a table and brought us a collection of whores. In I immediately thought, collectors of stamps are called philatelists, collectors of coins are called numismatists, collectors are called disc labels, collectors of whores How are they called? Haber, "Putaletista? "Putismatico? "Putisquero? Or simply "Son of a bitch?

- nephew already chosen, "said the uncle worker to Brandolero (Apparently he was wrong, they were so similar)

- Me? No thought, but just because

Before I must say that the clone was a leak a while.

- How come? This is a brothel asshole.

- is right.

Brandolero did not take long, because as I was jerk, stupid, stupid, Moncada all you want, unless dumb, I knew that at any moment going to get the clone and cagaría opportunity. Gave a quick glance at all, did not know any, but I opt for having a championship know us. Brandolero practice was first mountaineering, he played two huge mountains. Uncle transacted with the bitch, paid thing and let her supposed nephew was happy with the whore in the ass and taking his hands.

clone When it came, half embarrassed, I shit laughing.

- What was man?

- Nothing, I sent my nephew, so they get the rum to go suck.

- Huh? If I am your nephew

- Do not give me crap Chibolo Conchudo, do you think I will also pay a powder?

- Look, I'm your nephew ... Dude!

- I'm not going to be praying Chibolo bastard. Miss (called a finger) a jar of Cuba Libre. Cóbrese.

Another of the paradoxes of the night was that after the man was already very drunk, just realized that his nephew was in fact the clone had been left out. Confused ran to her room to bust the door bitch, along with his nephew did community strength, but the guards came from the brothel, a huachiman grabbed and pulled.

to me that I had no Brandolero follow and wait outside. Minutes later came Brandolero with a happy face. He had been one of the best fuck of her life.

- Great whore that was for me, my gift-object clone.

- No kidding, and let's go, that you get for jerk and do not ever touch me because you take out the conch ...

- you asshole fucked.

We took off the site. His uncle could do nothing because he was lying on the track for the effects of alcohol. Once on the road Brandolero fell asleep because I was so exhausted. We got home and everyone to sleep, it was too late.

I concluded, huddled on the bed that the clone had won an award that night, as Brandolero. As the clone had won the contest more asshole of the night, but yes, that award had no profit ...

Flu For 3 Weeks New Symptom Throat Lump

* Looking for a black diamond in the heart of an eagle * Lucidity

What
had prepared some months ago. Berenice My friend got me on the date-then-possible Stratovarius concert in Lima. For some years ago, it was impossible to delude the band that accompanied my sad thoughts and great memories in my country. The first thing that crossed my mind was what to do? Obviously look for the money for entry, the polo, the disc, something alluding to them at least. Look for work in a few weeks, and fell into a cab on the Internet. The pay was very low for a month (200 soles), but the trouble combined with the desperation I accepted. The month flew by, I had to put up with ignorant people who do not know to grab the mouse, to kids who get screwed because they can not play those stupid games, ladies renegonas and so many things well. At the end of that period, there was no entry for the money available at that time (140 soles), Polaris area had expired, worse Infinite, and Destiny was missing, but I do not have enough money. In myself I felt a great impotence, while very sorry. I got on Facebook a contact, see square worker, who sold his entry because he was buying Polaris Infinite. I sold it to 110 soles, what else could do, and I had in my hands, my old dreams were reborn, and to little sleep, it may sound to children, but even dreamed of them in rare circumstances, we ate in my house, played pingpong - You laugh, things like that. Days passed, I heard every day in my room Stratovarius, in my work. As we had all the records, was a matter of giving them a repasadita, even the rarities and B-sides. I also saw all the concerts I have of them are like 6 I think. Came the blessed October 24, woke up I bathe, I put the pole of the tour, and I went out to Plaza San Miguel to meet a comrade - that certainly left me silvery but not get the idiot, take my car in the Navy that left me in the Oval Miraflores, then walk through the park while watching Keneddy paintings and trees. Arrive at the Maria Angola, and had a crowd with black poles, some with poles rarely Judas Priest, Metallica, even the Ramones. It was 4:30. I was alone with my backpack collegiate bond and leaves more pens, because I have always but always hoping to see someday, and that, above all, Jens Johansson little something and sign me take a picture with me, fantasy is not fulfilled . At the outskirts of the room, I became friend of a leg, do not tell me his name, but he had some historical basis for Stratovarius. Arrived at 8:30 or so, I was first in my area, enter the premises, I rushed to buy the flyer of the event to 2 soles. It struck at 9:20, I was in rejita dividing the zones, my dad told me I was a fool to spend my money on what he calls "not productive", I was psyched that I had to enjoy to the fullest . The classic intro sounded Destiny theme, my eyes were flooded, still remember, with tears repressed for many years, was Stratovarius live, what I always dreamed. I enjoyed to the utmost, every issue, I felt rare "Twilight Symphony" is not that feeling was. Those who were already know the list of topics around here would tell complex due to the flood of memories that came over me. Eagleheart touched and felt the happiest man in the world. Lauri club, which I always liked the condor-touch passes, while others chanted "Tolkki. The night was legendary. It was the best night of nights for me, very orgasmic. Timo Kotipelto taught us to count in Finnish: A-Ka-Ko-Me. While saying that we were the best show of the tour. My God Johansson to his humor as usual, very serious Matthias and Michael Jorch behaved friendly. The concert was come to an end. Black Diamond was singing her lungs out, shook the Maria Angola. All we left sweating, most everyone with a smile from end to end. Upon leaving, I had the strange desire to hug someone, especially a woman, and Nose, mourn, talk a lot. It was great. Re-indeed I hope so, "and if so it would be with Tolkki general cardiac arrest. What I learned from this concert?, To the next I have to go to the most expensive area, but this fence against my anti-class philosophy, but a reality. I feel for Stratovarius fanaticism is not just something more in depth in my mainland, but growing by 6 or 7 years time to realize his greatness, his subliminal sadness hidden in the most cheerful song. Tolkki magic and more magic all. Stratovarius Grande!

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When I called I did not know what to do. Piedad If the emergency is under way because something serious is happening, I thought. I could hardly catch a taxi and I was willing to pay whatever it was just to be by his side at that moment, it hurts to not have much money.

- A ticket to Piura, please.

- S on one hundred and twenty U.S. dollars.

- Is there any cheaper?

- A passenger who is selling your ticket to sixty.

- I buy it.

And I bought it. As soon as the plane I decided to travel by air from Lima had to turn my cell phone. If something happens and they can not communicate it? My head was bursting with so much stress and separated me from Piedad only time barrier. To lie down on my left shoulder was completely asleep. He saw the sea in my dreams. It was a black sea and a small pond where Mercy was crying with a white bundle in his arms. I panicked, shouting his name loudly, and she heard nothing. In the darkness, a crowd dressed in black began to emerge. There were elegant, with dark glasses and tulle veils gloomy, no one was aware of my presence.

Suddenly the dark sea \u200b\u200bturned into a green meadow. It started to rain. Barely recognized the place. Could not stop crying as much as we buried my grandfather. She cried and screamed. People would be closing before me. He could not see Mercy, the crowd saw only dark in the distance. At that point the flight attendant woke me up. It was twenty minutes to arrive and asked me to buckle up. He looked at me tenderly like a child.

off the plane almost catch me dead. Without realizing it had started to run like a soul by the devil and the officers arrested me.

- Whence?

- De Lima.

- Why?

- My wife is in emergencies, I think it will give birth.

- I see

- I can I retire?

- No, we have to raise a hand for minor incident.

- But sir, my wife will give birth.

- Sorry, these procedures also bother me.

retire and watched the officer sighed. I began to pace back and forth in the small room. One of the guards offered me a cigarette and I choked at the first blow. After six years without smoking. Since I finished college I left Piedad tried the snuff, and I did. Each puff of smoke that came hard and tore my throat, I left a bitter taste. My desperation was increasing because the phone kept me also. Incommunicado and suffocated by the smoke that accumulated in the room, I fell in weight over the furniture - and uncomfortable metal chair - allowed for the wait.

My head exploded and almost instinctively closed my eyes. I reminded my father in the same position when Joseph - my brother - was coming to the world. Somehow it was easier for him. At that time there were no phones and also paced impatiently in the waiting room Rebagliati, two meters from the delivery room, not in an interrogation room stink. The image resembled a tennis match. I followed his eyes and could not understand why so impatient. Joseph was born just fine. Three hundred kilos. My father ran the hospital proud to tell my grandfather. I ran and ran when they had finished preparing the party and I caught a taxi to the clinic.

In the waiting room I identified more. Looked distressed faces, including mine went unnoticed. Dr. Rodriguez yelled - for the umpteenth time, I said - my name and, like a nerd in history class, I raised my hand proudly. She looked upset and ushered me into his office.

- Mrs. Piedad had a setback.

I froze. In my head began to expand one of those clouds that often appear in cartoons. The scene is played Mercy kneeling on a grave, surrounded by characters with dark clothing. Sola. Because I closed all the way when she wanted to reach, reach out and embrace it, try to unite your body mine to share the pain. Not heed the words of the doctor, it was as if the background music of my trivial thoughts. I was resigned and pale, surely. I stood as a zombie and took a glass of water while squeezing a few words I could conjure.

- What does that mean doctor?

- We have to do a cesarean.

- My daughter has a chance to live?

- Yes, but we found something.

- What, doctor?

- suffers from the Down syndrome .

awoke from my slumber. It would be nice, but would have Down syndrome . Piedad ever said before that if there was a possibility it is not born. I resisted that time and when Rodriguez told me I tap the glass of impotence. I decided to hide the truth from her until the child was born, until he is out of danger.

Maybe when I left the office I felt lighter. I was just feet away as my father when Joseph was born. I still think he was easier.

The next half hour I was more relaxed than when I arrived at the airport, my eyes wandered over the leaves of political magazines, shows and maternity. I imagined my daughter with torn clothes offered in the catalogs. Clouded by the beauty I would have, their innate joy. I was moved and when I stood au mirror that was in the room, I found my eyes watery.

Dr. Rodriguez told me that everything had gone well, my wife lying and that she was being treated. I was very happy and wanted to see it. The incubator room was full of newborns. A15. Was the number of the hatchery where they put just as I hit the glass. Fifteen years as Piedad was when he got into my thoughts. How do you say that the greatest joy of our lives have Down syndrome ? Before answering the question, and wandered by Grau Av. walking aimlessly, looking for ways to understand that was what we had hoped for years. Could see, as if someone had put there, couples and mothers walking their children to the parks.

was crossing the bridge almost without realizing it and raise his head the Basilica of Mary Help of struck me welcome shade. I thought in, and I did.

long ago who never went to the floor of a church. I felt intimidated, as if all the saints and all the angels frown me walking down those aisles. Pity we had agreed to baptize our daughter at the temple. I knelt in the front pew and imagined how the priest invited us to approach to confirm the name of our daughter. Looking up and thought in his name, I could see a sign. "Do not tell God that you have a big problem, tell the problem you're having a great God." I steeled myself and went out of the temple towards the clinic. I left some money to go out and ceased to be sullen saints.

She was in room 103, on maternity leave. Had still not been brought to the child. I lay down beside her and hugged her, we used to teenagers looked at me tenderly, she smiled. I kissed her and freeze the time, was a kiss that you seem to love going to blow in the chest that can not be contained, it threatens to explode. The doctor entered the room apologizing and after the nurse brought it to our baby. I noticed on the face of Piedad something strange.

- What is it, doctor?

- His daughter suffers from the syndrome Down .

She began to mourn and left us alone for my display. Nine months ago I was so glad for the arrival of a baby to our lives and at birth shed tears over it, I got hard to feel protected. It's hard being a father for the first time at age 45.

- What shall we do, doctor?

- I do not know

- have we waited so long for us to happen?

- Do not worry, girl. God will provide.

And we were embracing the three for all eternity.

Frederiction Car Auction

PATERNAL LIFE VI

VI

Shit 17, who would say, just a year and I have not made official literary career. It's early, five o'clock, no one has yet called me to wish me happy birthday. Brandolero still snoring on a mattress in the center of the room. Requiring him to set aside some of their money in a mattress, for I was fed up with their sorrowful cries of pain in the back.

- Quite possibly it's because I sleep on the couch - he complained Brandolero

- Buy a mattress and issue solved.

- Mmm (I glanced sideways)

- Because look at me like, You're not trying to imply that we should take turns in using the bed?

- not be a bad idea, "surmised Brandolero

- Tas you crazy.

- God said share

- Y desde cuando crees tú en Dios, si eres ateo

- Desde ayer

- ¿Y eso porque?

- Por que ayer vi a la mujer más linda de todo el mundo y cruzamos miradas y creo que fue obra de Dios, ¿De quién else could it be?

- Well, it's wrong to believe only for convenience

- Returning to the subject cholo should share the bed with me, buying a mattress is a separate budget, and do not think you're willing to spend on one, do not say you're saving for something or not.

- Nothing, nothing, I think sharing a bed with you or shitting. In addition he has to buy the mattress you, that this awareness, your back is not mine motherfucker

- Are you my friend?

- That does not condition

- Oe Well ... there was something I wanted to say damn friend I think I'm influencing your vocabulary, a writer should not talk too vulgar swearing continuously

- 're right, the truth is that I am a strange writer, a passionate writer, unbelievable, and do not worry I do not have influenced anything besides that I'm leaving a slimy influence like you. Jaja

- Easy, easy, what is there?

- I do not know but only when I'm with you I speak more vulgar swearing, tsss already learned (I patted on the back) but when I'm with people I am considered as one of the best vocabulary is. It's a matter of trust between friends and we treat. It is our life exaggerated.

- Sure ...

- But it's up to you, or you keep spoiling the back or rather you buy a mattress

- Pucha growing pains are unbearable

- I contributed ten lucas you for your mattress

- chibilines "Only ten?

- That's a lot, it is your responsibility to have if you quit smoking less this month.

- Ya, ya, you convinced me, this weekend we are going to buy one, but just cheaper.

- That you choose

There it was, a few weeks later, on his mattress Brandolero double blue sponge, we get a good cachina price, is second, I would never sleep there, God knows who or who have passed through the foam, but Brandolero that was no problem, he slept right and left. So sometimes I envied it appear that your mattress did I sleep more relaxed.

I was writing until my phone rang with the first call. They were my godparents. Congratulated me for 17 years and promised to send a gift soon. Furthermore I was told to go home one of these weeks to go together to buy books. I thanked them for being the first to call me. And then hanged or hung almost simultaneously.

Brandolero awoke half an hour later. He came to my room and I stopped in the most interesting part of my book.

- cholo Happy Birthday

- Thank you, thank

- Oe "and what plans for today?

- Nothing, I'll go or I will accompany out to dinner.

- already cool, but look it's weekend, we could go to a nightclub.

- The problem is that there is mobility, and still have it, do not drive, and goes a little carito all that shit

- shit! For that I am. I learned to drive at age thirteen, in the lead Wolks Vagenas my old. Yes, in the beetle, in the dilapidated half frog sometimes used to go to market.

- But there cart

- Go problem

We ordinary breakfast. Without anything special. The day passed and I kept getting calls. At about four o'clock, after a good steak lunch at the restaurant on the corner, finally received a call from my parents

- Son, happy birthday, may God bless you.

- Thanks.

- just call you right that we were busy is your surprise

- surprises " ?

- Yes, you have to go home right now in your guy Lujan, the lead going where your surprise.

- "Right now?

- Yes

- Asu to laziness.

- Nothing lazy go where your uncle and you will see there is a sorpresón.

- Well, when I see they are grateful, we're talking about.

- Ya, wherever you call us when your uncle Luján, look do not forget.

- Okay I call them. Goodbye

- Goodbye son or hopefully a good time to follow her having fun, you know we all love you and move on.

- Thanks, take care.

Brandolero asked me: 'Your old? Yes, "I replied says I have a surprise in the house of my uncle Lujan, I'll change to go. Will you come? Well because it's your birthday. Where do you live? In Lince. A bit far, but it does not matter and hence we make a few calls to some of our friends to coordinate will be done at night. Okay, but hurry up, dress up, that time flies.

We take a bus and we went directly to Lince. The trip was a little long because the road was an accident and the roads were blocked for a moment. It was spring in Lima, had left the heat bearable, but rather a friendly warmth, the day was perfect for my birthday, but that day I felt so nostalgic, because you have not seen my girlfriend, I had called but could not leave because he was late and it was controlling her sister a lot in those days. I also felt a little disappointed because I felt in reading Cortázar, Benedetti, Onetti, to Borges, Sabato you do not know if true profession was being a writer. You do not know if I could be as good as them. But I knew that anything was possible in life. So I was not disappointed not to have won several competitions to which I applied. Brandolero told me: Do not know much about literature, but your writing is of the putamare, although there is not read, is reflected in your eyes. It was true my literature was reflected in my eyes, the strange looks I gave it to life. It was the same thing happened to Brandolero, in his eyes, was his mischief, his eyes were a different way to tell the world, like it or not I already am.

Wildcat arrived, I pointed to Brandolero where we had to go, my uncle lived in a residential area, so we were a bit disoriented but in the end we find a happy home. We rang the bell and my uncle greeted me with a hug: Happy Birthday big boy! Who is he? Your friend from college? No, just my friend, my friend from home, a friend with whom they lived, with whom I spent more ... moments. Well I think I'll be bored man, besides you must be busy and just came here to collect my gift. Gifts For such there is no occupation or disability not let me see your face with joy to see your gift.

Follow me, "he said. And went straight to his Station Wagon toward white taxi which was already retired military, and simply Cachuelita taxi was not anyone he disliked. We went to the marina. There was silence throughout the travel tote. Or mu, or principle.

We arrived at the place and I stayed lost: That is your gift- my uncle said, pointing to a Toyota Prius of the year. Brandolero seemed entertained. He hugged me tightly, one might say that I charge.

- dude, a car, that rich, fuck a cane. Rejoice - said

smiled and said Thank you God. Open it to my uncle and he told me I lend it to me next year to run on roads of the Inca. Then I called my parents to thank.

was weird, I felt happy but not thrilled. How much would I get my gift is to see love, I said nothing would give me, I have nothing to offer, my writing might be little to you, I have - and that if it's essentially just a love couple exhausted. I called her and told her the surprise I had given, I said I missed her, she told me the same thing but had to cut because his sister was coming. And in that strange happiness mishap, I ended up laughing because I could not help, just look at Brandolero, running down the street like a madman and saying fuck a rod! And he kissed the glass where the car was on display, it was quite funny and just settled for that, with this gift on your part, started having a laugh at the most uncertain of my birthday.

picked the car. My uncle was the owner of that car until I turned eighteen. He signed a few papers, took us home and was to keep the car in his garage.

that day did not go to any club, or anywhere, just ask a pizza delivery to the house, saw a movie. And Brandolero fell asleep in the middle of "evil mind."

was the first time I slept with him in his blue mattress. Upon awakening, the TV was turned on, I got up and turned off and then returned to the mattress to curl up with the quilt.

And closing his eyes as he thought: How nice is sleeping on the mattress ... Brandolero