Waiter
-Another one! Life is two days.
-You shouldn't...
-If it weren't for his beautiful eyes, I'd tell him to go to hell. ! Another one to erase the last twenty years of my life, better the twenty-one and a half! The first one, even if I don't remember it, I'm sure it's full of shit, because I've got plenty of it. Shit, what a nice word. Blake...
-Tell me.
-Do you know her?
-To whom?
-Fuck it. You'll see. Don't move so much that you make me dizzy.
-I am not moving.
-Mentirositooo. You see, in Madrid we use it for everything. Grammatical amulet of varied spectrum...
-What do you say?
-Blake! That you don't listen to me. You'll see:
Being offered drugs: I'll pass on that shit.
I don't believe it: Bullshit.
What your best friend cooked: It tastes like shit.
Que eres una ingrata: Mierda pa ti -the ra is not pronounced. We are madrile?os...
That you don't clean up: You've got a mess.
That they fuck up your life: What a piece of shit.
That you talk bad about someone else: You're a shit-sucker.
You prepare a radio program and a resentful caller insults his ex: It's all gone to shit!
That your name is Blake and you're crazy...: It's bullshit. Hip! Hip! My head... leave me alone please...
-I'm not going anywhere.
-Why are you still here?
-Why not?
I'm in the mood for elaborate explanations. Holding myself sideways consumes all my strength.
-You don't give a shit about me. Here's another example of bullshit. I'm good... Hip!
I stand up.
I feel better.
What a storm.
-Do I torment you?
-I said storm. Did I say storm? What are you talking about! Are you drunk?
-I don't.
-Well, that's it.
-That?
-He... Oh mother, my tongue is stuck. Do I have cancer? I have cancer!
-You do not have cancer.
-You're a doctor too. How nice... I'm dying... He loves me. I love him. They love me. We 'll love each other.
-We want.
-Do you love me?
-It is said we want.
-We love each other? -What are you saying! Don't play with me...
-I'm not playing.
-I say Anthony and the girls will love each other . Tell him before they bury me.
-We want.
-Again? Don't play games, you're not ready to...
-I am, what for?
-I'm drunk, not an asshole.
-I don't consider you an asshole.
-I'm not an asshole!
-You said it yourself.
-I didn't say.
-Yes you did.
-I didn't say it. -Did I? No, you didn't. I thought about it.
-Let's go home.
-I don't need any male savior.
-I am not.
-Are you gay?
-I mean the savior thing.
-Are you gay and a savior? I don't care. I respect everyone. What's more, I think love is neutral white. Or black? It's also neutral. Neutral black and white. Neither for you nor for me.
-We are going home.
-I said that I can sol...
The gravity of the ground attracts me. I let myself go. The wet ground of beer and peanuts approaches my face before a light wind that accelerates as an unstoppable destiny of a life that...
-I got you.
-Anthony. I'm going with him.
-You're coming with me.
-Anthony loves me ....
-He is busy.
The waitress shakes her brown hair from one side to the other with a wolfish look while Anthony lounges on the bar like a soap opera star.
-I can do it alone. I'm used to it.
-To get drunk?
-To loneliness! Why don't you stop asking? You're drilling my head.
Blake did not speak again. I did. A little bit. I think.
Why are you taking my purse? You want to rob me? You want to rob me! How bad my purse looks on you... What a comfortable upholstery. Hip. I'm going to close my eyes. Just for a minute. Just enough to rest my eyes. Hip...