‘All teachers are lazy, they must be fired’
Well, you know, I used to be well mannered (and I was) because, otherwise, I had to practice the medieval ages with his skull. But it didn’t matter at all, it was just eleven o’clock and I had still four hours to get drunk.
‘And you”, continued the pseudo-stupid-monkey-bananas-sallower, ‘what are you doing with your life? Do you work in anything? Nah, just drink!’
Be calmed, Martin, be calmed.
‘If I was the president, I will jail you for the rest of your days’
Well, I know that writing books is not the arduous work in the Hearth, but maybe a novelist can be treated like a person just for one second (just maybe).
'... or even better, I would hang you!'
Of course, I always have the correct answer for this kind of people:
'Another whiskey, barmaid!
The moral of this stupid story… I don’t know, maybe if I was a muscle ex-boxer with some head problem this guy wasn’t begin his dialectical fight (and again, just maybe), but I don’t think so. I wish the best for him, but I don’t think he is still alive with this type of manners, or maybe he is, I don’t know… the only thing I really know is that I came home drunk and happy… and maybe he came home and looked at the mirror and, inside, he found the Poe’s words: darkness there and nothing more.