Saturday days have passed. The pigs passing by our house have already plagued the lawn with bulls, tickets and other garbage. I stand and smoke quietly. I see a mother with a child in a wheelchair, and around her wears an uncomfortable puffy and absolutely bald boy. This is a brother's larvae from the 90s. Here he breaks off the trail, runs on the lawn and gets an empty bottle from under the gasoline.

Wanna, what did you find again?! to

Wanna : Mommy! This is rubbish! I will throw it into the urn!

And he runs with a bottle, overtaking his mother, to the nearest urn.

I am in shock, gentlemen. Very happy, but in shock.