In late 2007 I wrote what I reproduce below. I made a CopyPaste and ready. Nothing has changed. On the contrary. Things have gotten worse because I add it reported power outages caused by inefficient energy company in the world (EPE, Santa Fe). The most expensive energy charge of Argentina and make us live a decent summer in Uganda. Here is the CopyPaste
2007:
December 28 is the last day of the year to banking and the like. Prevented as I am, I did all the paperwork as soon as possible to avoid having to suffer the typical squeeze closing time. But I was a misplaced. Idiot, as always, I have to go out through the downtown Rosario at midday December. RECAGE me fuck me.
To add discomfort Municipal stop there. Then there are inspectors fined or local police, and gray foxes. No control. So most of Rosario animals behave as if they were in the jungle. I shit on your rights, seems to be the watchword. Million street vendors cover all the sidewalks and pedestrian offering cuts of leather that look worse than a pig stuffed cock. They call them "crafts." They sit on the sidewalk with their filthy feet and his eyes red wine and spliff and look at you asshole you're thinking how you have to walk with papers under his arm in full sun, cursing because you can not move forward.
Y no se puede avanzar porque millones de viejas sudorosas siguen comprando pelotudeces a cuatro manos. Caminan rodeadas de bolsas que les cuelgan de las manos transpiradas. Bolsas con todas esas marcas de shopping y promociones que me tienen las pelotas más infladas que un Zeppelin.
A la altura de Mitre (yo camino por Córdoba) la vieja puta que viene detrás de mí pela el celular y se pone a hablar. Grita de una manera que vuelve innecesario al celular. Su interlocutor la debe escuchar igual aunque esté a veinte cuadras. Grita y me salpica la oreja con su saliva ácida, vieja de mierda y la reputa que te parió conchuda, qué mierda comiste que te sale ese aliento me recontra cago en vos. Parece una nube de ajo la concha de tu hermana.
try to speed up and launch but it is impossible. There are so many people and artisans fucking little practical use. If I open a path to the left and follow the old takes after me. Come suck my ass like a Formula One
To make matters worse, apart from the artisans, also took a clean sweep sellers tiles and vinyl Mersad spray painted with the face of Che, Bob Marley, Maradona, of Sabina. Any shit they sell. Trout sportswear, caps with the logo of Nike, Adidas ... by Armani! Nuls shirts sold in Central, Boca and River. Until then I accept it. But they also offer shirts of the New York Giants and the Red Sox! What fucking Rosario can buy a T Trout Red Sox in the Archdiocese me cago!
When I cross the pedestrian flows widens. Then, with more space, I make a feint to the left and go sharply to the right. Messi or can. The old cell phone is eaten and it is beached feint against a book kiosk. Because it gives Rosario of worship and have their own book publishing Rosario should not read or sisters of the authors. But the kiosk helped me to detach myself from the old cell phone with garlic breath and walk a little easier the next eighty meters. At
Paraguay me back the pedestrian traffic lights. Crossing that corner is more difficult to steal an eagle eggs. So imagine what happens: the older I reached and continues to speak to the screams. Is leaving. For two blocks that is leaving the Conchuda scented shit! Some women take longer to leave it to finish. How complicated are said to be mother!
I have two options: either kill myself under the stream of cars circulating in Paraguay and I turn and I shit a punch in the teeth to the old smelly. As always, I encourage you to do any of those things. The only thing I get, therefore, is an increase in blood pressure and a stream of heartburn for feeling more asshole, the least and more garbage than ever.
When the light leaves us old will spend the other way. No longer speak after me. At this point I give a damn. ------------------------------------------------
