CRAZY AND THE CITY My pathological propensity meeting depleted, reserves of the big surprises me. I just go out and live a carefree me 360 \u200b\u200bdegrees of my business, that you enter on my way extravagant individuals outside the control of anti-depressants and escaped from the room with padded walls.
E 'me the true Sabbath are looked almost, when they are naively entrance of the store where he made people's trash to put the chills. A place to meet heaps of humanity withered to spend the disability pension. The fact 'that I tried last decoration for Easter, the final touch to the table prepared.
I had just approached a rabbit
straw and twigs twisted lime, when I notice two round eyes that I stare.
"Sorry we must discuss an important issue to be friends." He stops. System, a trolley full of junk and a couple of plastic bags recycled.
"Here you see, I do not decide between these two shoulder." Extracts from the cart handle fitted with two rags, worn patina of time and the continuous passage of hands. Black. Visual impact unclean. If both sticks and I suddenly a fashion show, entertainment for nursing home type.
"would opt for the right one" , I dare. A bag like bag for dirty clothes, on which excerpts from the original colors were still there.
"Oh God, oh God and 'the more they like me too. We have the same tastes. Of course that and the other 'nice, no? "There is no 'doubt' and meanwhile look for a corner throw.
"Well, good choice. Goodbye. " Me I leave behind with the hope that it fades.
back on the shelves to find my merchandise. Suddenly I see her emerge from behind a huge pig with hair made of coconut.
throw a polyester stole that electrifies the hair on the shoulder.
"Crazy, only $ 3 dollars. I take it? " I nodded to me and disappears behind a wall system crammed with caricatures of Bush to decorate the garden.
then runs towards me with a black kimono that was on him like the mantle of Darth Vader in a nano phocomelic.
Puts on a smooth face questioning while his sleeve.
"Well, then? How does it fit? It 's not absolutely irresistible? " " Divine! With the sleeves tied behind his back, then, would Enchanted ", I think.
"Oh I'm missing. It must be that smell. E 'overwhelming. Do you feel it? " " Sorry but I should go and wash my hair. It's getting late. " I hasten to the speakers with a wreath of moss and hay pressed with shavings of lives and put myself in the queue. The imbalance is between the shelves. Every so often appears, I am the nose by mongoose and shows me something waiting for a written acknowledgment of receipt. Surely, in addition to short-circuit brain, and 'with an innate bad taste and what is' worse than he'd like to share. Finally arriving in front of the cashier, a very fine type style whore of Kampala, with breath that smelled of Marlboro Light. A helmet of hair, ironing
"Japanese style" , a brown undergrowth after a summer fire, on which it rested, like banana peel, another helmet shorter, two-color variations in the red after the sun set over the Bosphorus' explosion of a nuclear power and yellow pantone # E6B40A that surround a delicate face with the same features of the ethereal
African warthog, stuck on a ring of fat cells that kept him tied to the rest of the body. The expression expressed its full understanding of amoeba lobotomized. Pago. I can not wait to get out. For a moment, and I 'seemed to have psycho in a skirt that I followed closely but it was just my shadow.