victorz

I like snow. Right now it's snowing in Montreal and what you're about to read has nothing to do with any kind of winter depression. Actually, it's all about circumstances. School is on strike, seminaries are beign postponed and I'm supposed to leave for Chile on December the 7 to promote my new book. Not later. That's the mood...
I've been drinking, a lot. I don't know what time it was, I just was there: the bar. She sat beside me, we had a nice conversation (you know, about everything and nothing), I got her drinks and she made me feel better. Alex. I walked her home, I was drunk and she got me into her place. We just drank more booze... I think it was cognac, or something like that. We started kissing and it was almost getting booty when I noticed Alex had a weenie, just like me, under her/his pants:
" I gave you a last kiss full of alcool. You fell asleep. I put my coat on and, that night, my feet got wet. Thanks Alex, thanks for listening to me (eres la ms seora de todas las putas. y la ms puta de todas la seoras)".


I hope that everybody is pleased (and not offended) by a piece of fiction.