It all started somewhat like that this morning when I went to the bank. I was tired of hopping from one bus to another, waiting what seemed to be forever for those buses to pass by the bus stop and take me to near the hell hole a.k.a. bank. Forget about bad credit, it´s a useless credit by now. Plus the teller at the bank was an idiot who had no empathy towards me. Not even when I showed him my picture of me as a baby. I told him that I could manage to do several things at the same time. No response from him. Just a blank stare. What an idiot. Then I went to the nearby church of my little town but it seems like they too are having some problems. Not even the priest was there, he lied there was no message inside so I decided to call up the Pope and guess what? He´s having a ball, so he wasn´t of much help. In my confusion after seeing this in my own town, in my own country I decided to turn to another philosophy and in came the great but after he told me that, and me just coming out of the bank feeling completely the opposite to the contrary if I had some money and stability, this just added to my confusion, dismay and ultimately anger so I called up my little friend and decided to take my revenge towards random people, specially youngsters in school. This is what I call tough love Not quite sure if they got the message by the way. I then decided to call a hot line, not the typical one but nothing. It just sounded to my ear a monotonous voice with absolutely no heart. I had no strength left. I felt so down that I did start my own little crusade to make people aware of the dangers we faceBut then I culdn´t but help eat a 1$ burger. It just looked so good. So I feel now like a hypocrite. So my last resort was to call my dear mommy up, we met and she showed me a picture of us she had in her walletand then I realised, some revelation came to me and I told the guy this,he looked like Gandi but he seemed a little more cool and and hipThat dude, love him. Plus he lives in my town which is great! He just laughed at me and what my mother said suddenly came into perspective so I decided that my new motto would be and found out there was actually a mathematical equation which was even more surprising to me, not kidding look it! That´s it. Trust me is a screwed up one, it takes a long time but after pounding my head against the wall over and over again I finally got it.
LOOOOOOVE. That´s the key to life.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.