I went to the balcony of my office. The landlord, a woman something big old tits and ass, tore down the dirt sidewalk. "He's doing great!" Shouted from above. The lady stopped, put his chin on the handle of the broom and pointed up at me.
-Dieffe, you're a lazy, good for nothing. Should look for a real job and get your ass out of my building condemned.
"Well ma'am, the thing is so, you come tell me to do and I would bore the tits. "I said to the rabid dog, I took my coat by the collar and opened a way to teach stutterers. The view from above, prompted me to jump to the gap between her boobs.
-not scare me, idiot. Why not best placed to investigate where he lost his testicles and then down to tell me all this in the face? "He said, while burying his big, sharp eyes soft and scared in my eyes. Accommodates
my coat again, catapulted my cigarette into the street and went slowly into my office. She was right, had to find my balls and pegarmelas with tape. Then maybe I could go to the liquor store and buy a half of vodka.
I put bullets in the magazine, the magazine into the gun, opened the door and looked out the gun. Then I looked out. Was clear on the coast. I felt a little relieved and regained his breath. Four floors, a rabid dog and three blocks separated me from the winery. I took the elevator and kept me alert.
