"funny there are thousands of children at risk of becoming serious" makeup and nude
, opened the door of my house, it was the postman. "Hi mailman," I said, he saw me up and down, grimaced in disapproval, he firmly believed that one should not waste the makeup when you do not know makeup, I do not care, towards me and that's funny all that counts, everything must be sacrificed in the name of comedy. The postman gave me an envelope. I took it, gave it a 5 pesos coin, "where did you get that money?" I asked the mailman watching me with unspeakable disgust, it came a horrible smell, like milk, but milk hell. I blushed and hesitated not for a second to acquire the corresponding pose. "Filthy idiot told me to leave, after saving money in your pocket smelly, capitalism makes us all victims. I went back inside my house, my neighbors had threatened to call the authorities if he continued with my exhibitionism, understand that I am not in the best shape. I removed the makeup and dressed with the coolest clothes I have: a shirt of the band number one, the children of the yard, and brown corduroy pants that my grandmother had stolen a summer afternoon in Venezuela. ah, I also got a yellow slippers. returned to the envelope and opened it a karatazo, was a master of karate, I should explain. my education was excellent, I imagined sitting in the folder in hand, wandering suddenly, leaving my mind to escape into the past. I graduated with honors from kindergarten through high school garden. I promised only successful academic career until I had the revelation that changed my life radically. One afternoon, walking home with aching heart, I felt like a complete dog, life was all pain, all suffering, without a friend, not an ally, just like a stinky asshole with leprosy and AIDS, destined to live out society, and then something amazing happened, as sent from heaven, then I saw a chubby girl falling off su bicicleta, marcar con sangre el pavimento y reclamarle a jesuscristo su injusticia. en el acto me hice popo de la risa, literalmente mierda salió expulsada de mi cola al ver eso tan gracioso. "he descubierto el significado de la vida" me dije cuando la sangre de la niña mojaba mis tenis. el resto del verano pensé arduamente en lo que quería hacer de mi vida. sabía tenia que ver con la comedía, pero, aunque desde chiquito he tenido mi gracia, no podía engañarme en pensar que podía ser un comediante de la normal, clásica manera (ya saben, por todo el duro trabajo y esfuerzo que implica). tenía que tomar otro camino. desde entonces, día y noche estudié la obra de los grandes genios. me hacia el gracioso whenever I could and my ability grew and grew until I became a whole bruce lee comedy. was determined to become a champion, but still did not know how to use my new acquired power and time to return to school was approaching. I looked in the mirror, I talked myself seriously, I said that this depended on our future and reflected hard on how to use my ability, so hard that a vein was marked me forever in the temple. "Mother" I said with a tremendous headache, failure was all I found. no luck. my parents forced me to go to college, no son of his was going to go through life without the right to feel superior to others for spending enormous amount of money to fuck him the spirit and program it to join the ranks of conformists depressing and depressed with negligible work. I did not know better and was afraid of poverty is not presented as a struggle, the university was tattooed on his arm effeminate my future, fuck! autumn came and went beyond, to classrooms, to see some slimy kill time as they paid him, surrounded by zombies personalities horrific stories, some even thought they were funny, I went into fits of rage and cursed all bitter in each day. history of the university was one filled with tragedy. I was forced to escape from all schools. people told me "You're a fucking and I hate" I was taking it all with the crazy heart content, but the concern of a life full of suffering tortured me as if to vital information that did not possess. My parents, concerned about the rumor that one of his sons was a dirty madman, I was sent to a psychologist, the psychologist most beautiful and sexy of all the beautiful and sexy psychologists, the psychologist guadalupe martinez herrera. and she was not only inspired countless erections, was also list and owns excellent sense of humor. immediately noticed my talent and also recognized the terrible obstacles that separated me from my sleep. each session we sat down to think of ways to overcome that obstacle, but it was not an easy task. I was ready to surrender, he was ready to get into a hole and leave me to die, but she, one evening, watching cat furniture, found a way to save and exit discovered this once inescapable maze. well, at the time of therapy, I went to say goodbye and tell him that he was resigned to become an engineer or whatever, but as the best humor I noticed than ever, but with tears in his eyes, said he had good news, I asked me to sit and said, barely able to speak with emotion, "there is a school ... a school of comedy!". gave me some papers and read "school of comedy for people ROLANDO MARTINEZ funny." could not believe it, things began to work in my favor. had a school full of people with humor in his heart. trained to guys like me to use his grace to their advantage, to make the story short, think of the school of Professor Xavier of the X-Men. promised to become masters of this art so despised. that evening I applied to enter and then it was only a matter of waiting.
my mind back to the present, the chair with the envelope in his hands, was dark, which puzzled me a bit, with great effort I put my attention back in the envelope, pulled out a sheet, climbed to the height of my face, "ohhhh" I, the suspense was brutal, My heart beat like a hummingbird, in red to the bottom of the sheet said "REFUSED ..." I wanted to die, I remembered my father's revolver under his pillow, I decided to finish everything, but luckily I kept reading, he said "no, just kidding, welcome to the school of comedic Ronaldo Martinez. congratulations." I let out a little cry of relief, when I recovered the calm in my face broke into a huge smile, I turned to the window, I turned to a bright future. going beyond, the school of comedy.
COMEDY INSPIRED BY THE Rodney Dangerfield
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