I went with my brother John to buy a loggerhead to cool off after spending an hour smoking stone. We lived in a wooden house in a colony formation. Few neighbors, zero oversight, the perfect place to get high.
only store in the area of \u200b\u200bseven hectares. His arsenal was limited to grocery cans of sardines, crackers, soft drinks, cigarettes and beer.
The place still had some parts where there were bushes. We approached to urinate and saw about a dove with one wing wound. No doubt starve, or perhaps another animal, like a cat would eat.
- Does the kill? I asked Juan Climbing up the closure of his trousers.
- Why?
"Anyway it will load the yard, not really suffer.
- Want to know how it feels to be God? "I replied John with the grin that makes when I'm saying piedrejadas.
Seeking a large rock and the whip against the bird. For a brief moment the eye is spread over your entire head, the head-eye sent directly to my soul a ray of pain and anger intensity it is possible from its fragility. It all ends in the sound of stone on the ground, cushioned by the feathers, bones, viscera and blood. Experience
made me feel that power in the arms magnetism, in the absence of speech, I will say it was intense, because I'm sure that's the feeling of God when we draw our path with their fingers, and no term for such situations complete human is not enough.
know that I will know the words to express how it feels to be God. Maybe today.
touch with the celestial This can be achieved through actions that do not involve deciding the destiny of another being, or may affect their existence by intervention, at least in appearance, is positive.
is the case with this lady who lives near a shrine of the Virgin of Guadalupe. The niche of cement at a small church is about a lonely corner, two-wire line the walls of balloon-like half-inflated eyes and multiple flowers green, red and orange, all plastic, and some candles lit and a warning to not park in front of the statue.
The place has long been a refuge for cats, whether they come alone or bring their owners to abandon them. Most small animals and survives because this good Christian lady soul embodied in Canuta is responsible for feeding them. The lady is a pensioner, he receives some financial support from their families, and when the countertops arrive, they often go to the supermarket and take the young, for example, a package of sausage or other meat.
However, hit by the crisis, as everyone in this country, it is also common at the end of the month can not afford to buy food to cats shelter in the virgin, and she, as the representative of the divinity on Earth.
Older adults tend to forget the everyday things, like putting food in the refrigerator so it will not rot. Those who have severe brain damage is common to us forget almost everything, even get dressed before going outside.
This is not the case of Dona Canuta, which has always been healthy and sexy girl, even in the prime of his old age and may even star in pornographic shows online. So you will not goats so slouched and is only spoiled two or three packages of chicken or fish, usually found these packages when the stench is very bitch.
Previsora, stuffs them into the freezer, and when it has no wool to feed their pets accidental, resorts to such putrid delicacies to feed the herd. Some do not try them. Are those that survive.
Once I watched her feed. When his task is joined to everything that gives the spine, satisfied with her work, and I'm sure he experienced in the arms the same feeling as me.
None of the neighbors about the final days of the month with the death of cats because cats remittances come once or twice a week, and it's normal that some will disappear as a group, as they form gangs and rush to take chaos. So no one suspected the role of avenging angel blinded assumed apocalyptic Dona Canuta for four days of fighting feline.
Yesterday was February 26 and morning found four dead cats.
I talked to my brother in the store.
Zooming down the street, distracted by our conversation, we saw a truck approaching. When we realized it was from the state police was already late for a safe flight. Stopped and dropped two of them, gun in hand, I dove into the sea turtles and we ran down the ravine, which was eight yards from the street, jumped and shot a short hill, ran through the bed. We took the guns to hear the first shots. My brother has always had better aim than I, so was able to eliminate one of the pigs. But they brought in heavy weapons, and despite being ill shooters, were many and had us back.
John fell feet before I give a bullet in the back of the knee ... I was almost off the tip. Without ammunition, pulled on a round stone, as in Aztec ritual, I waited for the arrival of the policemen who beat me as they wanted. His face was swollen when they took the body of my brother and placed him next to me. On the forehead, a bloody hole, which combined with other wounds on his body. Eyes closed. He seemed at peace. Finally at peace after nearly two years of constant flight, since we kill a guard during the assault on business endeavors. Fifteen thousand dollars of loot.
- What we do with this son of a bitch? He asks one of the overweight officers who seems his boss.
-fucks one of us, surely something must. Dale floor.
prepared who asked the nine-millimeter pistol and I looked down, blocking the sun with your body. Said the black hole into my forehead. Perceived divine magnetism came from his arms.
Lying on the bed of the river, when did the white glow, then turned red, I felt so fragile like a turtle whose head is a huge eye and a half-inflated Firestone hits live with pain and anger in the soul.
