Zouum! ATM lights appear to him just in time to prove they are four in the morning and that he has no money to turn to. How did it get there?
Walk, spit, snort, piss in a corner and spot the shoes. Bah!
Zouum! Provides the historical part of the city, or is it a people?, And fantasizes about the Middle Ages, ha!, Would find out the Cid of what is good.
Wander, spit, snort, where am I, dammit? The forehead is boiling. Bah!
Zouum! Behold the dark vault full of small luciérganas still, what the hell!, Are the stars. And cold. Lying on a wooden bench. Want to remember, but no, your demon will not let him alone.
A car screeches, and has been for the kick that ripping shin. Bah!
Zouum! Wander, why here I've gone?, Spits, spit, laugh and cry.
Dawn. The magnificent sunrise. In the end the sun always shines. Breathing, shaking her legs and hands are dirty. And remember to finish. Well. Well
. Except for a lapse two and recognizes its vital record of the last ten hours. An advertisement in a newspaper encouraged him to move to a nearby town to hang out with two prostitutes who told student to see them just not see if you have repeated a grade two. He was left dry, in every way, except the bottle of JB, nearly full, provided you farewell. And remembers the altercation with the police. Phew! It's the last time I passed it.
is daytime. Mounts in a taxi. See you when you tell the taxi driver who can not afford to open up the banks.
and sleeps in the back seat.
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