my mother in his youth, was half lost. likes to party, drugs and rock n roll. is no secret that he loved more than one man, I have no problem with that, no, sir. so if I have problem with what happened one summer night twenty years ago. my mother, as was his custom, went to a party with her friends just lost her. danced, took it, laughed and it seemed like the countless nights of madness in juvenile drug. and end the day came a guy who would change the fate drastically. the kind nobody knows his name, only knows what he smelled. my co-author recalls a pungent odor that had away from her, but damn the luck, that night her best friend and accomplice in crime, selena, leaving the world of casual sex with strangers because of their upcoming marriage and so competition between her and my mother would come to an end after tonight. to the point that my mother laid eyes on this mysterious subject fragrant, were tied. Women / escaped jail where he could not allow this and decided to do something about it. no more men can move around, all that remained was that man, that man with his scent, but man was the only requirement to give the victory. took off his pants, he smoked a cigarette, inhibiting their sense of smell, and did the dirty with one that nobody remembers it alone.
things in life by my mother became pregnant. exactly 9 months later, a little baby left by vagina. I was that baby. my childhood was like all other children with frustrated young mother. half-forgotten, left in the care of grandparents and without a father. the child was not smarter or prettier or faster or meaner than I expected for an ordinary life. "Meh" told me 5 years with my lunchbox in my hand, the break I made this discovery. some guy, I thought, but I was wrong, I was special, yes, not the way I would have liked, but special it was. in high school, although present, did not notice it at all. spent day after day, turning the sky, asking quickly, but there was not the slightest suspicion of my condition. I had no friend, now I know why. girls were sending me where it came from and everything attached to them were bastards and I was too cool. reached high school and began to think that this rejection was not so damned they were not so cool I was, was something else. thinking one day it occurred to me that not everyone can be against me because yes, there must be something wrong with me. my self-esteem suffered severe shock and instead of seeking an answer, and tried to recruit me to go unnoticed. My adolescence was going to hell. without a friend in the whole life without knowing love, so I thought I would die, just like a dog. every day I looked in the mirror and looking carefully at my face average clues, but nothing. I asked my mother and her alcoholic seeking a husband, as an old bitter racist multicultural community, instead of answering or become a little bit if I sent them to the store for cigarettes. no luck ever. my grandparents had been dead many years, nobody really noticed his death. looked out the window and asked to nature "why?" why me? " discover the answer right on the day of my conception, a particularly hot summer day.
the summer in my house was, instead of holiday and joy, sadness and tears. My mother locked herself in her room to mourn and I, to celebrate the sun and free time, going for ice cream. was in the van, trying to cheer me up, saying he was not dead inside, sweating like a bastard. it was time to get out and I got the seat. a girl next to me, a few seconds later, I grabbed her hand and seeing the eyes moved told me "you smell like a tail", of course, I took this as an insult, not going to let some unknown insult me \u200b\u200bAndara , only that I needed and I cried indignantly, "You smell like a tail!". she began to mourn, got up and hugged me. "I know, I know," he said between sobs. "Do not be nervous, it's okay to glue sniffing" he said in surprise, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. we left the microbus and lemon ice cream in hand, we tell our story. told me that her father always smelled poop sweat with a terrible hereditary disease. she had it and had cast his life hell on earth. her mother had committed suicide many years ago and had no brothers or sisters. I listened attentively, with his heart beating hard with a storm in the head, "can not be" repeated over and over again. the answer to the problem was that smelled like glue, who would have thought? so nobody wanted me, so he spent every day of my life in a metaphorical desert island. that girl and I were half-brothers, but I decided to say nothing. had to meet my father, I had to let you know that having children go to a horrible condition is not well, had to end, no matter the consequences, once and for all with the man who smells like glue.
girl called pain and became friends. did everything together. going to an amusement park and shopping. laughed, we talked and we did company. I could see in his eyes that those days were the best of his life, I just killed time before the killing of the cause of my woes. "Hey" I said one day taking her by the shoulder to get out of a movie ... I know our dad. " We sit at a food-court table to talk. she was thinking a few seconds, I looked at her, dying in suspense, "ok" he said at last "come to dinner tomorrow, if you want" invited me happy. and left the next day. was prepared with a gun he had stolen from the police that the lump was always my street. entered her home, sweating, issuing a smell that even she complained. I sat on a metal seat and said "hold." was for his dad, I took a look. was a luxurious home with lovely decor. there were pictures on the wall, none of it, all were of her in different parts of the world. I heard down the stairs and returned to my seat. Hello me he said and extended his hand. I saw her face, she looked a lot like me, no doubt, he was my father. "Damn" I whispered, shaking his hand, "now or never" I thought my jacket and pulled out the gun. "Die!" I cried out of me and pointed the gun in the middle of his face. "Wait! But you do?!" cried the man. those were his last words. I pulled the trigger and made a extreme makeover. dropped dead, I collapsed mentally exhausted. The girl came up to me crying "why why do you kill him?" I looked at her puffy eyes, wanting to mourn, revealed that he is my father. sat beside me and watching me carefully his face asked "why you say that?". I told him the story of my mother and cried bitterly. blood and then wet my pants. "But ... he had lived all his life in Peru ... there is no one noticed the smell of glue ... I was born we moved here 17 years ago ... idiot!" and broke into tears. I stared at him and started laughing. I took the gun and premiered cavity, filling the poor girl's brain. that afternoon I was in hell, dying of boredom. thinking about it, it was not because my suicide, just could not be the man who smelled of glue.
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