Questions, questions, questions (part I)

The sleeves were around her neck; meanwhile the arms inside the huge blouse didn’t reveal her hands fondling her pussy. Her eyes staring at my chest freaked me out a little bit, and I was green enough to not realize nothing lascivious going on. We’re teenagers and I thought she had freakish manners. We talked about music all evening and she seemed to be a smart girl, but a little distant that night.

She kept asking questions about a lot of cool stuff and some nonsense stuff too. Not really nonsense, but it was so ingenious, even for our age, that I was startled. Things like if the man was in the moon, what was a charlatan, or whether an Indian is someone who was born in India. Anyway, she was cool and till this day I wondered if she was joking making all that meaningless questions.

We parted ways, because of school changes, college and all this shit. All in awhile we met each other, say hi and talk a little bit. However, since we became slaves of our jobs, after all the fun, we started to stumble upon each other in coffe houses and stores.

She says she’s getting used to it here, but I don’t buy it.

Blast from the past

I like this narrative that I wrote some months ago: 

http://humanoobsoleto.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5265260732703801367 

"I was thinking that it might be a good idea to …"

I don’t care about him; I just want to keep my job.
Two babies and an unemployed wife justify it, OK?
When I graduate, I´ll despise this type of attitude, I swear,
but do you have another option to me right now?
Please, tell me.
So, come on, open your mouth!
Wheedler, cajoler, arselicker, everybody call me names.
No one of them buys me food and medicine. What I’m supposed to do, bro?
He approached me, you know? Yes, I´m an informer.
People get fired because they trust on me. Do you think that I like it?
Found another job to me right now or get out of here.

Germs going down my throat scare me to death

When I was five, a cold made me shake like an earthquake. Since then, I’m afraid to loose control everyday. I stopped to eat. They put serum in my vein. I’m tied on a bed, as you can see. I’m a happy person, you bet.

Letter

Hi. Nothing to do right now, you know? So I decided to drop some lines and I’ll be straight to the point. You must look out for him. Jason was so sullen when I was forced to leave... You always have been negligent, let’s face it. Therefore, nobody there hears you, I know that; your complaints sounds so full of shit that you’ll never reassure as his father, unless you quit drinking and smoking pot. What da fuck do you expect for? Respect? You’ll never gain his love and attention acting like a pussy. You must be strong and take care of him. I just can’t stand anymore, so I have to rely on your judgment. Honor your kid and lighten my burden, for fuck’s sake. I have done some exercise here, trying to stay out of trouble. They killed a rapist look-alike last week, a stab on the back. He was just a smuggler. He was a loudmouth anyway, if he had explained who he really was and kept low profile, maybe he’s alive now. You’re free, value that, mi morocho.

With love,

Ramón

Dead

The morning light freezes me. The air is getting hotter, but I’m cold as hell. He’s dead. The knife in my hand weights like a shattered future.

Swung over there

Albert always wanted to smash it. To crush it. That thing annoys him since he recognizes himself as a person. That machine of a kind makes a noise… A sickening roar that makes him wants to puke even during the sleeping. So he avoids sleeping, to eat, to kiss, to fuck. Adelita left him after two months. She was patient, but can’t stand anymore. She didn’t help him to avoid his progressive ruin. Alberto kept talking and drinking water, talking and crying and slamper from psychiatrics. Finally alone, he murmured “Now I will rooster the roost”. Albert shot his head, smiling.