Walking down Grand Avenue, I begin to remember my time Lyceum. Always walk. Not to spend money not just for the simple act of walking and feel the leaves move when childishly making the shit kicked the daily hits to the "bare" of the Air Force.
Passing through the supermarket, I spend a lot of people with different faces, which leads me to imagine they are thinking ... can be a problem in the sticks, some with the face of "chicha" thinking about the next Friday to enter the usual "hole" ... to someone thinking of an attack (such as was Cuatic wea ... had the face of terrorist moron)
The thing is fast changing thoughts, that passage of a new pair of shoes to imagine that the planes are stationed at the air force and some even work I might go to war and kill a Peruvian. (I have nothing against the Peruvians, but I came immediately to mind XD)
At some point, a neglected child cross the street without the permission of the breast (not the story of the 3 Little Pigs .. . and just step wea jajajaja) and began the machinations of not more than 1 minute, which detonated an amazing fantasy.
In a second, a car speeds across with yellow light and suddenly, I can envision that child falling into the bumper of the car, leaving him almost dead on impact. then without notice of my sanity, I run as fast as I can (which in my imagination was in slow motion, of course, but everything else was even slower) and took the child in such a way as once a chicken from the cold clothes to their chicks (WEA has sounded pretty? jajajaj)
the thing is that, thanks to my prowess of "Hero Spartan" the two we shot in front of the car and as we flew, I could see the look of terror that motorist accelerated, which even I could see sticking out a tear of guilt and fear.
I fell on my back, my arm was gone the other way, my leg had a fracture, where blood flowed needed to reach a hospital ... if I had the chance. The child that only received a "bald" on his forehead, because they do not act quickly enough, but still ... never let go, so save your life.
people crowded around me with expressions of fate to see my future corpse "heroic" shot at the Grand Avenue whereabouts ... 31, that child cry for me to see how life was taken away after a good deed ... that child was losing faith in God.
The mother of that small volumes of my hand and her eyes lost in snot and tears he said: "KNOW WHERE IS THE OBSERVATORY STREET?"
And so, without anesthesia, and suddenly, I find myself facing the Air Force facing inward, trapped in my imagination.
- is a few blocks later, "I said to that inconsiderate woman who led me to this imaginative soliloquy.
- thanks, walked away, along with my fantasy.
good thing is I had a nice ass, so mind set to achieve another story that is not suitable for their minds jajajajajajaja
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