Tendría que haber sido una de mis malas noches en que entre voces y ver gente muerta, me encontré con otro borracho como yo ( al menos no fue con Lucas Prodan, ya que ahí si que estaría entre los del abismo) y entre copas recordó una frase que no supo donde mierda la pronuncio pero le encontré razón que me recordó esta mañana... ´´Me levanté y fui hacia el jodido cuarto de baño. Odiaba mirarme en aquel espejo pero lo hice. Vi depresión y derrota. Unas bolsas oscuras debajo de mis ojos. Ojitos cobardes, los ojos de un roedor atrapado por un jodido gato. Tenía la carne floja, parecía como si le disgustara ser parte de mí´´... seguimos bebiendo, tengo que decir que entre mas pronuncie palabras que no tenían conexion mas me emprendía, y que alguna gente no enloquece nunca, qué vida verdaderamente horrible deben tener, mientras habláramos nunca nos miramos, para que si era como verse en aquel espejo todas las mañanas y maldecir por haber amanecido nuevamente... esperando nuevamente la otra ronda del whiskey mas barato ya que no alcanza para el bendito Jack, prosigo recorriendo mi vida que se va transformando en un torbellino de ideas... y Charles después de un silencio que solo fue probocado por el sorbo casi interminable de su vaso roto me dijo ... : Me gusta pensar en toda esta gente que me enseñaron tantas cosas que yo nunca había imaginado antes. Y me enseñaron bien, muy bien cuando eso era tan necesario me mostraron tantas cosas que nunca creí que fueran posibles. Todos esos amigos bien adentro de mi sangre quienes cuando no había ninguna oportunidad me dieron una... Por eso gracias Charles, Chinaski, y al infaltable Jack y a todos los inefables...
It should have been one of my bad nights when between voices and see dead people, I found another drunk like me (at least not with Lucas Prodan, as if there would be between the abyss) and Sideways reminded phrase that did not know where the utter shit but I found reason reminded me this morning ... '' I got up and went to the bathroom fucked. I hated myself in that mirror but I did. Vi depression and defeat. A dark bags under my eyes. Cowardly eyes, the eyes of a rodent trapped by a fucking cat. His flesh was weak, it seemed as if he disliked being a part of me'' ... keep drinking, I have to say that the more pronounced words that had no connection I undertook, and that some people are not crazy ever truly awful what life must have, while we were talking we never look, if it was like to be in that mirror all morning and curse for having dawned again ... again expecting another round of cheaper whiskey and not enough to the blessed Jack, I press down my life to be transformed into a whirlwind of ideas ... and Charles after a silence that was only probocado by almost endless sip from his glass broken said ... : I like to think all these people who taught me so many things that I had never imagined before. They taught me well, very well when it was so necessary showed me so many things I never thought were possible. All those friends deep inside my blood who had no chance when I got a ... So thanks Charles, Chinaski, and the inevitable Jack and all the ineffable ...
It should have been one of my bad nights when between voices and see dead people, I found another drunk like me (at least not with Lucas Prodan, as if there would be between the abyss) and Sideways reminded phrase that did not know where the utter shit but I found reason reminded me this morning ... '' I got up and went to the bathroom fucked. I hated myself in that mirror but I did. Vi depression and defeat. A dark bags under my eyes. Cowardly eyes, the eyes of a rodent trapped by a fucking cat. His flesh was weak, it seemed as if he disliked being a part of me'' ... keep drinking, I have to say that the more pronounced words that had no connection I undertook, and that some people are not crazy ever truly awful what life must have, while we were talking we never look, if it was like to be in that mirror all morning and curse for having dawned again ... again expecting another round of cheaper whiskey and not enough to the blessed Jack, I press down my life to be transformed into a whirlwind of ideas ... and Charles after a silence that was only probocado by almost endless sip from his glass broken said ... : I like to think all these people who taught me so many things that I had never imagined before. They taught me well, very well when it was so necessary showed me so many things I never thought were possible. All those friends deep inside my blood who had no chance when I got a ... So thanks Charles, Chinaski, and the inevitable Jack and all the ineffable ...
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Lilith
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