When I find myself laughing alone for something that happened a while ago, I laugh at my own laugh aloud but and for me to see myself that I realized that unconscious act. As in the hallway of the house of Charlie Esposito, leaving the brothel of the room, smiling at the memory of this anecdote with the chemical. Still, without much beer I do not know if I'd laughed so much: the anecdotes of grace only secondary cause in meetings like this and alumni after drinking a lot. And even in the lonely trips to the bathroom you stop laughing.
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And here I was testing the light bulb and the other hand and on the fly, with the expression of a Budita boluda happy. The bathroom says a lot of people in the house. This was prolijito and clean, as Esposito. As far Esposito, an attorney. The most quilombero school, lawyer! Incredible! But there was something suspicious, do not know what a rarity. Potus around that so embraced the towel. Or those health blankets so hairy, so heavenly. Or that such a huge window for a bath and so there in the middle. I was afraid that window itself, could not be there. But I got scared when he looked that old. He also got scared, I think. And he came to see me with the same curiosity with which I so rude and very rare in me, I leaned against him to look in detail. It gave me an impression that repellent. He was not old at all, but had lost much hair, and what little was left was greasy and with a few gray hairs. I had some wrinkles around the eyes that retained the attention of sight, do not know why, because they were minimal, but it was like saying the guy was going into a slide toward death, he had no output. He was a second, but I could see that. Even his adult hands also closed two or three times while I squeezed mine while putting in place as negligible from the gesture. When I returned from bewitching terrified I laid back and he reacted the same way. I rushed to open the door and flying out of there, and in my awkward maneuvers and rapid as the beat of my heart, I saw a glancing blow as well as the old man fumbled the door handle with a look of shock based on that mine. Before leaving, the wonder of so rare then took me to dig my eyes once more on his face defeat, but I could not endure the anguish that I was view. We took his eyes off violently and at the same time in a haphazard choreography. I saw how I ran away to escape, but did not bother me understand why there appeared in the hallway.
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as fast as I returned I got the legs to the side of the noise, making an effort to forget the feeling of thinking that I could become like that man ever prayed to recover the spirit and continue telling stories and having fun with my former teammates. Because at the end of the day not every day we celebrate thirty years of graduates. .
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