There's something wrong ... (02) First time: Halloween, Trejos Montealegre. University college shooting premiere car and card. A night to show the flesh than any other day is hidden out of shame. And much, much booze ... Price rise: 2000 colones. History old. Second time: New Year's Vertigo. Gringos loading whores like Christmas ornaments. A spirit in the air and excess. And lots and lots of drugs. Price rise: 2500 colones. This is not because I knew it would not have gone sabermela. And today in The Nation, the story already verges on magic realism. But as I explained the sidewalk Guachi caring in the chute, "N'Diaye, if the government leases the beaches and parks, how I'm going to rent this acerita? One thing I have to eat ..." Yes sir. Something we have to eat.
All personal position ... The death of the tyrant From the beginning I avoided succumbing to the temptation to comment on my personal life in this space. I have not gotten into the comments every where my desperation, my joys, my empty moments, my ups, my bad times, my downtime ... I have argued from the beginning that this is political, opinion, cause. However, I think I was wrong. All personal position is political. How to say no to rise because the leaders are incapable of paying the same as you paid the bastard that because you do not have eggs or that you no longer enjoy the guy who moved the earth because ... Horror! During a random conversation discover that vote for the Libertarian Movement. then begin new year with new spirits and seal the completed phases auto quoting me, so what?:
fear me because I'ma woman because I am
policy because sexual'm
... and you're afraid of competition
