My vet (never mind the splurge on doctors and veterinarians: they cost less, there are a lot of hugs and if you break the balls you just say "Stay, beautiful." And feel the fever with rectal thermometer) tried to explain that seizures are merely a reaction positive of your body to a shocking fact. That seizures are there to show that a) you have a physical (do not know what a physicist? E 'that thing laughable that you have attached to the head and that women / men refuse to even touch with a long stick 5 feet for no less than € 100 a pop); b) physical this often if it beats any form of control that you can control (like when I ordered the foot to kick a ball to right and that if they fuck and sent him to the left and then I invented a plan to cheat and ordered to send him to the left when in reality I really he went to the left, that plan did not work for unspecified reasons).
This post then, say, falls into the category "personal matters" or, to use the French, tranche de vie (logs of life), which actually may be teaching anyone. Like when a post on a blog that has a hand smeared with butter in boiling water because they said that it is not hot and then he finds himself writing the above post with one hand because the other strikingly similar to ' lobster during the changeover period and then the reader thinks, "Ah, then do not put your hand in boiling water with butter." I mean, this is where all the power of the Internet.
That water hot've already told you, I think.
So I say to the other thing.
I saw the Smurf.
The Smurf is a dear old friend of mine I can not remember the name and even how we met and why we met. But I am inspired when I see an immediate liking and is the living proof of the word empathy . And 'one who is smiling so much without sounding taken from a facial paralysis, but because it seems really fun. I have memories of logs scattered and confused life with him, horrible football games (it was like putting a group of hebephrenic and launch into a rectangle bounded up a ball and close his eyes for an hour hope you did as little harm as possible), maybe, just maybe, evenings at the home of someone playing the guitar all the girls making out mentally present.
I'm talking about things of the past century (which, for precision, not the 800). And in fact, had not seen him for years. And on a night when the fog seemed to whipped cream but much more oily, in a place called Area Seismic (I think it is the name given by the operators, it was on a sort of San Andreas fault is less secure), whose direction get the 'Close your eyes and use the Force or a Navigator, I saw the puff.
That is in great shape. And work (and a very old school ). It works precisely the ANIC. Travel the world depending on where they send him: oil platforms in the North Sea, Central Africa, Asia. Is gradually from 3 to 6 months, the overpaid, returns home and waits for the recall. Smooth smooth. Easy easy.
E 'is necessary at this point, explain what it means conceptually "Working all'ANIC" for those not of my party. We grew up in an area that is full of subsidence and methane. That is, a land of the cock whose export capacity was limited to malaria and vaguely fake mosaics, and whose ability to communicate was reduced to grunting. A ground floor flat with a Swiss cheese full of gas that has the smell of farts (hence the verb Ravenna; es. "Sorry, I'm eating beans and Ravenna as a madman"). Then came the ANIC. And not having the technology to capture farts and turn them into energy, decided to try with methane. It has industries here. And many people went to work holding their Ravenna not curious new leaders. Then the ANIC has made her even bigger and needed people who go to its factories around the world. We were waved before the face of unethical bribes of money and asked "Do you want to leave? Do not have problems with your family?". "But what the fuck family" was the reply media. And so we young people grew up with the myth of the "Working all'ANIC. In our imaginary, and tanned men were leaving safe full of money to exotic lands, Ravenna free for 4 continents. And the families at home you were the villas and big cars while we were trying to make us young daughters whose family was inevitably very loose tourniquet.
What I had before, then, was a figure of speech became man, as a myth the sheriff or the slutty nurse, who was bevendosi a rum and coke and while he smiled and asked me how it goes. How are you doing to me has absolutely no importance, that is clear. How the fuck goes to you, Puff?
It is sometimes hard, that money is a lot, but you are also often home to wait to call you, I all'ANIC like to have a permanent place in Ravenna, but even there the same old story, you must be someone's son or cousin.
And that goes with colleagues it is strange.
Define strange, Smurf.
Well, there are many gentlemen of a certain age, 50 or 60, and do 'I'm working from a life and have family at home who see every death of Pope and their bank account, amounting to almost paperdollari and their tans are the color of burnt brick.
This is not so strange , Smurf.
Well, then they are all great mignottari, that is, always go to Troy, they want fuck and fuck and fuck, looks like a documentary sull'iper-senile sexuality, he also discovered the keyhole if he warmed up, you fucking old women, young people and children, they do not give a fuck him, there are girls who go to some local and you're the cute and pay to drink, bring them out to dinner, buy clothes and they have it off from 'sti old because it is the only way I have to do it.
not know if it's strange , Smurf, but it sucks.
It sucks to think about and, believe me, even more disgusting to see them. And there's no way to do anything, they all do so, I tried to talk with someone but not useless. Who wants whoring is his business.
Shit, I looked like a cool thing the ANIC, Smurf.
Well, money and travel are cool. And even when you go to the platforms. There nothing whores. And see beautiful places. But as I work at Ravenna. Home at last.
Hello, Smurf. Good luck to all.
We shook hands and I silently in a corner of Ravenna.
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