Sick with Tales, Songs and Journeys

And here I am...
drunk till my bones
or dizzy with all those words of your songs, tales, or journeys
I take another drink of whatever is in my cup
look around and your are there.
you noticed I read all you have.

I turn my face to the other side
with a smile on my lips
to my Coffee Snob friend
I look at him while he is explaining something to me.
something I don´t hear but I move my head as I understood
He has the same look as you
glasses, fit, white, and the same language in his tonge.
watching him i think, For the next Dating site profile I will ask for no glasses
and on the reaserch will put average to overweight, or, I already got an overweighted guy and didn`t work neither. 

I can´t remember my friend`s name, something with a letter of the alphabet
but  the fact that we don´t have or share anything but the love for his language and the desire of leaving our countries,
he has a fetish with women stockings
I look at myself and what I´m wearing?, nothing like stockings which reassure we are not on a romantic date.
he continues with his long monologue.

I ask the waitress to refill our cups, ask my friend to stop talking too fast, and look at you again.
There you are with your new; young; cow, someone who could be your daughter, I wonder, how much did you pay for that? and, actually... What is your name?
something with an R or, A or, C or, D or, J or, A or, what? and a foreignor lastname, longer than mine; if any lastname could be shorter; from somewhere, I know you better than you do yourself, your life is described on those lines I read. And made me sick.

I have read your entire life on tales, songs. or journeys and got so sick till the coffee I´m drinking with my friend taste like alcohol.

Thinking of my dizziness I turn my face to S, interrupt him touching his arm
and tell him to look at you, -Do you remember the man I´m talking about
since I met you?
-yes, but, I can´t remember the name.
- Haha. S, good try,  but no, I didn´t mention that and I can´t, really, recall his name, what I remember is his life
He is someone missing someone, a writer, someone who loves to go hiking, a musician,  white, fit, a man who wear glasses. You see S, even you, have the same description. but; don`t worry; you are safe!
only if your name were Hugh Laurie or Adam Levine I could see you as that piece of flesh to satisfy my desire. but you are not, then as him you can think I´m on my jeans trying to find a girl for myself, you can call me anytime to drink coffee or beer and even spend a night together and nothing will happen.
S, placed a hand on my shoulder and laughed like crazy, - didn`t you desist on that,  lesbian, idea?
-I, sure, did. but my lace is not available for you nor for him, maybe for a night when my body betray my mind and want to call him, then I`ll wear my lace with stockings and...
The waitress interrupted the stupid conversation with S putting a bottle of alcohol in front of me saying "from the gringo"  I looked at the bottle and say - S? 
my friend break laughing and the waitress says; sorry, no, the one there turning her eyes to you.
 S; says, on his particular way- someone is trying to get your attention and laughed more when we turned our faces to you and you`re attached to your younger cow. 
- you think?, I say, changing my position to see you directly,  I think you`re in trouble, Constantine, he knows and suffered my allergies and a bottle of my fave vodka could kill me, He wants me death and you, in jail. Where is my shrimp? I ask to the waitress.
she comes to ask how I want my shrimp, - No, where are my shrimps from the gringo there, 
-no, he didn`t order  shrimps for you. she replayed.
S, had to go to the restroom, and I`m looking at you directly while you`re attached to that young cow lips with your eyes open looking on every prospect and reaction in the room, untill your eyes find my eyes, I smile at you, and you get dettached from her lips, I find in my mind that face I used to show you when I was grateful, took the bottle with my left hand and show you my allergy pill on the middle finger of my right hand with a sign and put it deep in my mouth on a fake sexy movement, broken with my laughter, but from my very  inside, the words "I love you" without sound came across my lips showing you I already forgave you and wish some of your charaters  to forgive me someday.

S,  is back and ask me what was that, I look at him directly and respond  - A sincere  and simple offer of friendship, I say, and don`t worry, If my mind betray me sometime and I want to call him, I will wear some lace and stockings but  I rather eat my hand, even when I hate masturbation so bad, so don`t worry... our friendship is safe!


Piedelmundo!!