Book: The Heifers. A tale of false love. Page 4

I will tell you: never regret about what he was doing. Better you still will not be. Worse - the more. Everything was as it was, and continues to, even if you write three volumes of autobiography, castronova past vices. I think where we're going, it's important to something else. And no niggaracci not be the last case. As well as the extra joint does not always mean auto lock on the doors of Paradise.

I read somewhere that the strongest passion of women's participation in someone else's destiny. Welfare, his mother! Remember in school when one of the girls the guys brought to tears, all the others surrounded her and began hypocritically to comfort? Bring water, complained to the teacher, severely reprimanding the offenders, and all that. Actually easier nobody got, but they received great pleasure from involvement in the process. It's like calling a friend from London, and hearing that his company went bankrupt, to ask: "can I get you something to help you, brother?", knowing that you are thousands of miles away and I can not help. The feeling that you expressed sympathy for the suffering of others, a buzz comparable to the drug. Your soul sings! For a second she flies thousands of miles separating Moscow and London, landing on the shoulder of the person in need of assistance, looks around... and flies back.

I'm scared to admit to himself that, besides the already stated, I don'T KNOW how to DO! I playboy. I'm twenty-seven, I have no family, no girlfriend, no normal operation, nor normal friends. I artists, populist, stupid asshole, bastard, sick with AIDS and, to a heap that has infected the woman and child. I twist novels, doing stuff, using alcohol and drugs to numb the idea that I am a complete zero. Instead, I convince myself that everything is live. Working to get the correct positioning, make friends for the sake of promotion and sleep with cute Chicks to compensate for the lack of an expensive car and gold "AmEx". All these components will help me in the near future to break into show business, become a super successful and, as a consequence, a super-rich dude.

Don't want to die without applause! Me, and in life-then it wasn't enough, and to deprive yourself of joy to decorate your own demise fanfare - just not for me...

You understand that all of them are ***aces? Filth washed-up, creatures, bastards, Sluts, brutes, bastards! There are no normal people. NO, KERF! Shut up! Be quiet, I tell you! Listen to me! Me today is thirty-nine, and on my birthday no other! Can you imagine?! Over thirty-nine years I made money, created several businesses, bought houses, cars, apartments - AND NO OTHER. They are not, you know?! Some came here because I work, because others depend on me, others because they are afraid. With someone I just hang out with someone drink, this sells me drugs that customize heifers. They came, I piled a bunch of stuff - vulgar watch some motherfuckin ' picture, ugly vases, pens that don't write, the computers that I don't even know how to turn. They came and sang, you know? Testified! Even those who hate me, came because city not come. Count?

Get up right now and get. And never come with her to the places we usually hang out with you. Don't show her this. She is young, she is good, she still has a chance. The main thing - not to spoil. You're still young, you don't understand. Take care love, if it is. Don't talk about it to anyone. Hide it in your bosom. Keep it a secret, lie to everyone, tell me that you're the same bastard as the rest. Otherwise they will tear your feelings. Will take away, will turn in his usual ***tion. THEIR TURNS IF SOMEONE DOESN'T LIKE THEM! They are afraid of getting what they once were different, but blew it... run... run away. Take it and run...

To get married! Yes, I still really eyes Raziel. I, too, matchmaking blind... My situation is further complicated by the fact that a naked person is not able to say anything intelligible at such a proposal! It's kind of hard! And what do I say? Trivial "Yes, of course" or stupid "but when?" "why?". Or to ask "what?". And, maybe, to go further, to include the hypocrite: "I myself have long wanted to offer, sweetie, but it's not resolved. And here you are, sweetie, first raised the issue, Oh well! Well, honey, I don't know what to tell you, dear!!!" Too many "bunnies", too little emotion... What to do?

Depression slowly choked me in his arms. Go, what to see, drowning in the Moscow river? Yes, I'm afraid no one will notice loss of the fighter. Say, she went out for cigarettes. Yeah. Two weeks ago. A long time back? Sucked, I guess. Bad habits are quickly sucked.

People change when they have hope.

People in our time think about God in the most difficult moments - when the wife leaves, dead parents or not give a mortgage... on the other hand, even us, small, Packed with modern technologies bastards, we need someone in charge, the last to whom you can appeal. Even without hope for help. Just know that He exists and that is all.

Amazing: as soon as you conceive some ublyudstvo able to pull you out of the shit quickly is sound logic, valid arguments and reasons to justify anything.

Plastic people give each other plastic emotions, except that somehow after all these plastic stories flow like natural tears...

At the head of the girl large DJ headphones, and the belt - i-Pod. She shakes her head to the music and singing along quite loudly. Although the kitchen plays Mika, obviously, the girl is listening to another song. Probably not especially-that she trusts the musical tastes of the owner, just pinned with his music. On the other hand, perhaps in the headphones nothing plays, because the eyes of the girl completely glass, which suggests a state where music is born directly to the head of an individual. There is a technical progress of the XXI century: a lot of drugs, and no wires. "Drug Stereo: Play your own music!!!" - come up with a great slogan. Will have to sell to dealers who cut and bag of MDMA.

As practice shows, in our time, all you can do in the remote access: to build the clubs to sort things out with a girl to play the stock market, to sign contracts and photo shoots, to declare his love... the Main thing is the unlimited plan!