It´s called…….MONEY. Yep, money they say is the root of all evil. Maybe it is, but we live in an evil society, and I love it. Who the hell want´s to live in a perfect society, we wouldn´t have so much fun. Actually we wouldn´t have fun at all. I wouldn´t be hunting and having PETA coming after me or some other self-righteuss group that their morality is above, way above mine. Hey PETA! How do you do your stupid work, do you travel free, do you live in the wilderness with the animals then, or do you have a house or apartment, or a room that you rent and guess what do you rent it with….MONEY. Screwby this nut jobs.
Today I made two interesting bets. One, my father doesn´t come out of his little brain storming room, or office, or cave, even if a bomb goes off. And probably if one did go off, he wouldn´t notice it. Actually that much better for me because I´m the one living in his house, so he better earn some dough before the hole family and not just me ends up in the streets. And there are no computer in the streets. When I get homeless again, I will demand our major to put a laptop on every bench of the park. With Wi-Fi of course. Anyways, back to the topic. I told dad that if he cleaned the house and garden I would translate him the five documents he had into English(make come as a surprise but I actually worked as a translator for 6 months). Maybe is not money exchanging hands but is time. Time he doesn´t have to go to gooogle translate and gets a fucking bad translation of very technical things he writes about and then spend hours on end trying to make it better. So as they say, time is money. So I exchanged my time for his translation if he went out and did the real man work. And you know what, it worked!
I have two gay friends, I believe one is gayer than the other, but who knows. I was with him briefly for three hours in what americans would call….I don´t know, they just put little shops in the street and you go bargain for things. I told him that I would pay those 50$ of the shirt he wanted if he went out and got the cell phone of a girl. He agreed. To his annoyance later on when he found out that I already had talked with the guy in the little shop and the shirt was actually worth 10$, but it looked like a 50$ if you ask me. Anyways he did it and you had to see it. A guy, dressed with tight pants, hair that looked somewhat Rhianna type mixed with Beyonce, trying to chat up the ladies. I almost peed on myself. I know, I´m a bad person. I was fucking rolling on the ground seeing this shit unfold. Anyways, he didn´t get any phone numbers but when he returned he got his shirt. I was already holding it behind my back. So he said “You bought it?” I said, ” Yeah, what´s her name? I knew you would make it.” I´m a liar, but so is he. The bastard invented a name, and when I asked him to show me her phone number he showed me one that was some girl friend of his. A friend girl, he´s gayer than a football player. So he went along for the next hour or so, bullshitting about how he fooled this girl, and I was thinking to myself man this guy has a lot of imagination. We should partner together and write the “Gay-Straigh way to succed in life” book. When I told him the truth, I got punched. Then we laughed, and then I came back to sit in front of my Macintosh, which is getting old and sometimes it shuts down on me, or goe´s as fast as a turtle.
Stay Frosty gent´s and gentesses.
CRAZY LIFE 
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