Monday, July 19, 2010

My Mouth Has Cuts And Ulcers

But who is there? Digging

Domenica sera. Ore 21. Milano. Pieno centro storico. All'improvviso piccoli gruppetti di persone si voltano, guardano tutti nella stessa direzione, infilano le mani pockets, pull out your mobile phone and take pictures.
photographed a red Ferrari 430 at moderate speed, it moves through the narrow streets of fashion. Inside is a 40-year old teeth redone, at his side signed by photographers that greeted the sudden hello with the hand-style queen.
As there are over? Well, what woman does not dream of a Ferrari? He then meets all the clichés. After giving me an appointment at 20 in Piazzale Loreto, remember to warn me about the delay when the 20.07. The appointment will be delayed for 20 minutes, but the man of dreams comes to 21. Not in the house, the road is narrow, but in a broad way and hidden. The first comment is that the Ferrari you "you're tanned like a beggar." He, his white shirt open two buttons too, gold necklace with a crucifix, a red face and teeth redone, lamp failure and bad ... you can tell me I'm a beggar. He also continues to repeat that "but you're funny", as if to say "despite everything". is not the first time they use for me "despite everything" and since I never made the selection as if they were men Mister Italy, I would have also broken the fucking free to be insulted. I would stand up to him reproaching her entire life but in reality as "all teeth" is really the hick remade imagine that all on board a red head, there is little to do. Chew gum with his mouth open and continues to speak like a moron who makes his own caricature. The conversation is really hard, the only entertainment is the flash of cameras and perplexed faces of those who seek to understand who will never be the red head in red. The expressions most beautiful are those who throw the eye in the cabin and realize that yours truly does not wear a dress scollacciato hyper, but he has some very normal linen pants and blue T-shirt obscene. Never one troione they expect me suspicious. Maybe it's just that he rented a car and driver to give himself a tone. They are so out of place to feel completely at ease. Obviously, it is clear that the only reason I decided to get on the social machine is out of curiosity. What other best chance to investigate the life of a real estate agent in Milan? In fact, only turning on a "red" you may find that the man "all teeth" running with a Ferrari win for best customers, his friends waiting for him in Corso Como, but if you find yourself dating a normal girl, so not quite as elegant as is my case, the door to walk to Brera, which among magicians and diviners Gypsy always goes unnoticed. The Ferrari driver is really a man out of the ordinary. Trash in the right place, rude enough to bring down every woman at his feet. Exhausted by the smiles thesis, the hand shell and all the flash, I do back home and here again I must face the darkest moments of the evening. The Ferrari driver brings me back to the starting point and tells me "not disappear, make yourself heard." E 'paradox that men need to "relieve" the poor woman that "despite everything is so nice." What is the need to invent a future? But above all, someone has probably experienced the irresistible desire to see this man by false teeth? The "despite everything" follows me until Monday morning at the office. There is talk of fellow expectant mothers. The head of the commercial, distracted, asks if I'm the one pregnant. "Nooooo," someone answered. Can not I come to possess reproductive purposes. I hide dietro il grande monitor del computer cercando di tenere ferma la testa che gira da sabato notte. Da quando un aperitivo post matrimoniale si è trasformato in una gigantesca ubriacatura. Ho conosciuto un giornalista di Rolling stone, tre diversi uffici stampa di tre importanti case editrici, un dentista, un fotografo, un parrucchiere, un sindacalista, un cuoco, la sua fidanzata, una coppia di fidanzati miei vicini di casa e un simpatico barman. La metà di loro gira per Milano in bicicletta, gli altri, come me, scroccano passaggi, i rimanenti offrono passaggi. "Nonostante tutto", sabato notte, non me lo ha detto nessuno. Sarà per quello che mi gira ancora la testa.

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