This post will be quite strange for those who often read to me ... is that several friends and acquaintances that I wear without a trace or comment any and multiple that by "reciprocity blogger in a row. Well, this post is part of the farm.
Well, this story is about 12 years ago, at the time was doing a project in the Banco Sud Americano, now called the Scotia Bank. Remember that always lunchtime, compared to the newspaper La Nacion had a mime so funny that people laughed, it was so very heavy on the sidewalk in front of anyone passing by daily fear of being ridiculed, but this type, following strategies can not be beaten, he managed to ride taxis, cars and took advantage of single women left and right to disturb those who pass by. I remember several times crossed the sidewalk and we went with friends on the other side for the simple reason of being the meat of the barrel. The truth, always made me want to stop your car to the same distasteful first and second for a fag and that women were the object of most of his jokes and was always there, untouchable, immune, and shit of laughter at the expense of poor giles all that we were in search of lunch, a bank or payment of a last-minute proceeding. Anyway, time passed string and for months I avoided going through that corner, just so that when a goat kid does not pass in front of the house where a dog barks a jerk when shits scary.
Time passed and Summer's coming, you had to walk, relax, forget such hits, so many commitments, batting lie in the sun, take a Chelita (beer) and go to meet people, dance, looking girlfriend that summer and me. That summer walking in La Serena, prime of life, falling into that idiot itinerary in some way or another makes you land in fome place in the world, The Recova, a place of restaurants, alpaca vests, silver of questionable quality and various products made from papaya fruit (jams, chocolates, nectar, juice , nuts, glasses, rings, teeth that I am). Well there walked Astorguita happy life with graphical interface 12 years ago, Rapado wadding wadding, with Harley Davidson T-shirt with a giant eagle and sleeveless, my pair of tattoos on his arms, a Jockey of Guns n 'Roses , dog dark glasses, with several kilos less, many muscles and a whole paraphernalia above gave me some "cool" .... When I'm about to cross the street, I see a sea of \u200b\u200bcrap people laugh and making a circle ... I thought what's up? .... Is there a musician? , A "show? I looked and saw him ... .... Crest! This shit that mime! What I do here this unfortunate? ... I get up in the holidays ... it suddenly appeared to me the sticks, the suit, tie, shirt, schedule, my boss, the meeting the commitments ... Agrrrggggr. NOOOO ¡!!... Well, damn it no more Is this gueón not rest? .... I know I ... I will 
piola piola ... walk as far I can and will cross the street because if this looks like me, for sure grabs my pal hueveo a great time. Said and done, I walked the prudent thing to not be "on duty." While the cake on top of a truck holding a great time pal lever pressing old one carrying fruits or do not know what the hell ... so lanyard is slipped between the people and started to cross the street. I suddenly feel the inevitable, the Madit running towards me like a gazelle, I must say it was more than 30 or 40 meters, people turned their heads at us expectantly canchero mime and agile, looks into my eyes, I makes a gesture as if to say "asshole fucked je je je", is put before me, rolls up the sleeves, put rough side and begins to imitate .... it is clear that the weakness did quite grace, which delighted the Roman circus. Well .... was at that moment I felt really thankful to God because he had stopped in front of me you should never cross my path, and in the same way the teacher teaches his disciples the things in life, I thought it was time to teach some of his own medicine ... I chanté dry, mime continued to move while imitating me, take one foot back, I push hard, with joy and orgasm of savagery I put the best kick wide slit I have never been improved, a kick slit fable (I regret not having gone with my boots rock, but in the summer unfortunately husks are used) the kick in the crack was so great to lift the minority without lying about 25 cm of soil, poor skinny without catching his hand to anything I 
buttocks in the air and with a look of surprise and pain will never forget. While people said OOHHHHHH, CHUUUUUU!! Noooooo,, GGUUAAAA .... Several laughed, others expected to see a fight .... Well, the inevitable happened, in a professional mime said nothing, though his face was disfigured by anger, shame and revenge ... turned in 180 and put in a position to fight, I, idem ... I said ... "gueas bag sewn for you .... I will draw out pure combos, now you'll pay all together, "mime threw me a steak ... I noticed that there was weak because it was pure fiber professional so I thought this fight will be good, I have to destroy Resistance quickie because I'm going to get the fuck, I tape the leg, he threw a live combo the snout ... not remove it achunté and Sparks in the forehead, I threw a combo to get me in the arm ... people started read "SLUT THE PELAO Jeers!", "PELAO Jeers !!!", others shouted," peel, pluck it out SHIT TO THAT GUEON weighs "Cache ... the end Guea or battle, or making mimo channels with close friends. In it appears a guy who was vacationing with us and had seen all the commotion, trying to separate us and says to the same ... hey,,, no research in this script (so I), is crazy, mime wrinkled, we separated .. . I was electric, I went to the arcade, I had a papaya juice, ice cream, people looked at me, I waved and gestured me other "good friend, finally this gueón shit," my uncle "Palito" shitless laughing ... I said you went black ... wuaajajajjaa, my old man did not caching anything, I watched in amazement, but without disapproval. Time passed and the summer is over, I returned to the paste, stop by the newspaper La Nacion, the mime was not there, I thought several times that it is the same care, I wonder what Ms. him, well .... The ghosts were gone ....
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