domingo, 1 de junio de 2008

THE DAY I MET THE DRUG ADDICTED UPHOLSTERER



I was sitting in a bar, drinking a glass of tape water, eating stale pistachio nuts and talking to myself about deep and mystic things. A fucking drunkard tried to get off with me.
- I’ve got a feeling. I’d love to love you tonite. I mean, I think you and me will love each other forever after this night. I feel it, I know it. I’d love to nibble at your tits... but with love. I mean, with real love...
- I don’t like your hair, sorry.
I kicked his balls with full force. He fell backwards and his head rebounded from the floor brusquely.
- Don’t worry, I’m... I’m ok... yeah, I’m ooooook... – And he stayed there for the rest of the night, lying on the squalid and sticky floor, grabbing his balls.
After this contingency, I kept talking to myself about the absurdity of the existence of the human being and planning a way to kill myself without feeling any pain. Again, someone interrupted my trascendetal meditations.
- Excuse me, miss, would you be so nice to tell me the time?
- No, sorry, I’m not that nice.
- Excuse me, miss, would you be so kind to tell me what time is it?
- Excuse me, sir, would you be so nice to leave me alone?
- Excuse me, miss, I’m an upholsterer.
- WHATTT?... what the hell has that to be with the time?
- Well, an upholsterer needs to know the time.
- Why for?

- Time is important for an upholsterer.

- But, why?
- Excuse me, young lady, you are making to many questions and taking up my time.
- Sorry???
- What time is it?
- For god shake, I don’t know what the fucking time is!
- I’m an upholsterer.
- Ok, you’ve already told me about that.
- And I have problems with drugs.

- Very nice.

- I'm a drug addict and I'm also an uphoslterer. I upholster things for a living...

- Yes.

- I'm an upholsterer and I do drugs, very much.
- Ok, anything else before talking the bouncer?
- I’m a drug addict. I keep saying no, but they just don’t listen to me, don’t pay me attention.
- Who??
- The vooooooicessssss... I will tell you about the voices, if you I have time...

That day I decided to kill myself without worrying about the pain, but I haven’t found the way to do it properly yet...