Curran is a decent job. My time is worth more than that. I cross my fingers and hope something comes out. And I'll take the photos. Nor did I ask. What do I do with them? I go to the bank. Shift the little paper bag.
"Before you are 53."
What? A morning loss. At least I have a favor to a colleague. I get home at 13:30 . Finally. I watch my bank account online. What for? I have only 64 cents . What? I find that I have
€ -17.65.
Why? Plays tomorrow find out, but I have worried. I go to Our Lady of Fatima Hospital (give me bad weed, and more with names of saints) to seea cousin who have operated and barely have seen a couple of times in my life. I take the bus and just my bonus, argh. I get off. Ask a passerby tells me. Walk. Long walk. Arrived. It is the Clinica Santa Isabel. What? Is wrong and I find that I'm on the other side. Pass go, my act of good will is useless. Heat, without bonobos walk back home.
I get home. I am overwhelmed and I'm going to the comic book store. Echo a while. I bought some comics
the previews that I have arrived. Payment and stay with just over a euro. On the way I hear
Blues. Oysters! concerts Valley Gardens! not remember me. I remember the entrance fee is € 3
. Argh. And always feel like a beer. And I like to go alone and together. I did not bother to call anyone because no one with whom to go. Or pasta with pay. I love the blues. A very pretty girl that comes into the garden smiles. Ouch! What about me as I enter? Rodeo gardens. There is a street that circles, you hear quite well there. I stay a while sitting outside in an alley,
in soil, and the people inside.
The stir my melancholy blues. I like coconut. The last few weeks have been good and somehow miss someone . Finally,
0 comments:
Post a Comment