Once I met a guy. Well, I met a man at the bus stop which stared at me with that facial expression of "you know I love you" . Obviously
I stared at him too but not with the same expression but with a somewhat different: "No, I do not know anything."
But apparently my eyes was not enough to stop the feet of the passer.
... He approached me cautiously and with feet in front of the back, and nodding his head tilted slightly. "I know you will," he said finally.
Very sure of my words I said, "Well, the truth, I do not know that ..."
Man, with pints of seeing the world insisted: "If I know you, I am absolutely sure, I've seen before. "
spoke again, this time trying to end the conversation with how strange character who insisted: "I really do not, you sir have not seen him in my life, I'm uh ...." But man, hard pate continued his suspicions about inquiring: "My memory never fails, I know something." Harto said: "Sorry, I have not ever been there, is more, do not place myself or the map, so please leave." "Do you really young?" Said so weary man.
My thoughts more psychopathic, violent and bloody style began to emerge "hit you and kill you until you get up." Appoint felt like king of the remote Pacific island surrounded by sulfuric acid, with an army of wild coconuts at their disposal, and of course, sit on a throne high and lifted up and crowned with nettles battalion African kamikaze mosquito eaters of men recruited by the intelligence service but heartless, ruthless and bloodiest in all history. So I took the plunge and little patience and said, "Sorry, my bus has arrived, I must leave, I feel the confusion, you pass a good day." BUILDER
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