Friday, August 12, 2005

Pathetic

Beginning of the week, I was in the supermarket making my line, when this odd 75 year old guy stood behind me with his bottle of wine, he started mumbling something in french, all I could grab was something about shitting, when suddenly I started smelling, well, you know, SHIT. The old man, continued rambling on, and the stench became more and more unbearable. In Paris bums and old people living in there own shit are as normal as people wearing sombreros in Monterrey. They exist. Everywhere. But most of the time you stumble across them when they are already shitting themselves and not giving a "shit". But this one was just not there yet. He was conscious of what he was doing, hence the "oh, I am about to shit my pants", and he looked somewhere resembling clean cut.

Still it has always fascinated me what makes this guys go over the edge. I mean some day they must have been normal kids, playing with other children, then they probably got married, but what happened in there history so tragic, that they lost everything?

I do believe that this man, probably had children, so where are they? Do they know there dad is shitting himself in Monoprix in front of a young innocent mexican naco, who is now writing about it in his blog? How many times do they visit him per month? Or maybe they don't do it anymore? Did he deserve it? Was he a bad father? A wanker? Did he hit his wife? Did he hit them?

Or maybe he didn't do anything, his children just stopped caring, which here is very possible.

I hope that doesn't happen to me. Vivir la vida tan patetica, no es lo mio. His life is pathetic. It's disgraceful. I feel sorry for him. Because his existence is pathetic, and non-important.

Anyway Flaii has written authorization to shoot me and kill me with a shotgun if I ever shit myself in Monoprix.

I wonder where he is right now....

6 Comments:

At 5:29 PM, Blogger double d said...

shit happens

 
At 5:43 PM, Blogger anon said...

this shit is bananas

 
At 10:37 PM, Blogger flaii said...

epale
yo jamas dije que te iba a matar con un shotgun,
yo solo te voy a quitar la pena y el dolor, chaparro
extraniame,
besitos!

 
At 2:30 PM, Blogger Elfego Elgazu said...

Porno:

Eso no te va a pasar a ti.

Ni a mi.

Y si nos pasa.

Sin Llorar.

 
At 3:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mi pregunta es, ya que te diste cuenta y pensaste todo ese pedo, que hiciste?
Te quedaste ahi tostandote en los gases fetidos de esa persona? le dijiste algo? Lo dejaste pasar?
te dejo de importar y lo ingnoraste?
Mmm que hacer en esas situaciones... Deberias de escribir las guidelines de que hacer cuando algo asi de bizarro pase.

 
At 8:02 AM, Blogger Elfego Elgazu said...

Me lo fume. Completito. Y me hice catòlico otra vez por unos segundos.

Me imagine que si lo hacia enojar se iba a meter la mano en el pantalòn y me iba a tirar un pastelazo o algo asi...

Lo que hay que hacer es no "cagarlo" màs jaja porque esa raza si le vale verga digo si ya se cago en el super mercado no creo que tenga muchas inhibiciones... Y te tire un tortazo.

Mi pregunta es... Si uno cuando tiene prisa y no se limpia bien en unas horas ya anda ardiendo y FUERTE. Como ha de arder que te lo eches todo, sin limpiarte y aparte que se quede ahi?

 

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