Book: Duhless. The story of a fake man. Page 4

So I came to the Internet. This amazing, magical world. World, consisting of pornography, swearing, politically incorrect citizens and the absence of any censorship. The world created for idleness, loitering and fulfill their perverted fantasies. That's why people go to Network.

It is only in action bastards killed the good guys. But in real life villains - the most resilient creatures of all mammals.

There are those who care. And that's all built. The main thing - to meet such people.

The world is no longer ruled by capital. Hypocrisy and bigotry are the true kings of the world.

... the Secretary is not a job, but a special human breed, trained from childhood to be blunt, Philo and rude to others.

That's life. Most of it you're climbing in the desire to occupy a place in the sun, and when you reach the desired, sometimes die, and not having time to enjoy its first light.

The lower staff was relegated to the status of workers in sweatshops making shoes in Indonesia, and top management, part of which I have the honour to be, made a dictatorship of corporate slavery, zameshennogo on the horror of Soviet Ministerial aesthetics, dray received bonuses, incredible travel, and steal, to the extent possible, budgets. In General, the business was built properly.

In her mind there was always the endless (hammered into her head by her mother, a former party boss) illusions about how it is great must live in the future. A sort of solid dolce vita with flights on private jets from Paris to Milan, with princes on white limousines and other attributes of low-budget Hollywood films, fairy tales. Then she got married, as said, not very successfully, and now, even their muddy brains from alcohol, I realized, judging from her appearance that she appeared in the third series of the epic "Lost illusions" production Studio "This is your life, baby".

In our lives there are some moments when you, as well as the courier, light up to do something special. Go your Rubicon to raise the bar, to change jobs, to go to another country, etc.. to change something in your life.
You live with the idea for a few days, months, years. Then it gradually fades into the background, you know that rock the boat useless, it still does not change. You still do get captured hidebound ideas like: "every cricket stick to his last" and "where was born there and amiss" and other abominations, clipping wings to a person from birth. You justify a lot of upbringing, environment, parents that with childhood wean you to commit rash acts. You remember all the things that could justify your inaction and life style such as timber to timber rafting. But someone makes in life, sudden movements? They just get lucky?
Oh, yeah, you, in this case, you will find an excuse in the fact that a huge number of people catching the sun and burn up before reaching it. Units lucky. But still better this way. Without much hesitation, and health risk quietly and steadily, because everything is determined. So it turns out an army of couriers, carrying themselves to the point of delivery, referred to as "Fate", in the hope of getting the recipient a tip "legs". But Fate is not especially generous tip. In the best case, it is enough to replace the worn-out road shoes. Inaction and apathy are the two biggest beach of the population of the Central Russian upland. If I were the guys from Nike, I would definitely change the promotional slogan for the "Just do it" to "Do something".

People shuffling, trying not to be late for work, many on-the-go babbling on cellphones, gradually drawing their sleepy brains in the morning bustle of the city. (Mobile phones perform currently, in addition, is also a function of the additional alarm clock. If the first one wakes you up for work, the second tells you that it's already begun.) Sometimes, my imagination draws a little hunched figures bales on the backs, turning them into serfs and slaves, daily, carrying their masters the dues in the form of their own health, feelings and emotions. The most stupid and the worst thing about this is that they do all this by his own will, in the absence of any bonded serfs of the land.

I'm sitting with a friend Timur, one of those friends that are habitually referred to as friends, although, of course, no they are not friends, just people who you call when you have nothing to do tonight and need a companion to squander in another pub a couple of hundred.