Sitting down the day, the deal was washed. Companion told me.
At the end of the 1990s, I caught luck for the tail. Japanese cars bought for pennies at three prices in Russia on import sold. Money is a river, babies hang on their necks. Beer, vodka, the dream of an idiot. But a man is such a cattle, he quickly gets used to everything. The buckle stopped inserting, from the beautiful ladies a couple of times in drunkenness wrapped the bouquets. And then I was offered to try a noble pull. I tried it with a new gamma of sensations. My head doesn’t hurt in the morning, it’s fine. And a mandala on the cats.
I am the only son of my mother. She raised me alone and worked from morning to night. I got up to her, I immediately bought the apartment, well, she came to me on the weekend by habit, the refrigerator with its tastes will beat and leave. And here I woke up, she sits roughly and her lips in a thin line of compression. I’ve been afraid of her since childhood, I’ve been cut and shot, there’s nothing worse. Here she declares to me:
“Cola, I’ve counted exactly 28 holes from injections on your hands. You have my head healthy, it is unlikely that the doctors used you. So if I see another hole, I will hang myself in your room the same day. You know me.
He got up and left. I sat down on the bed, got a couple of balloons, broke and threw all the contents into the toilet. Let us drink for our parents.