Thanks to the wonders of Facebook I saw an old legend, my glorious past as a child lover Chile in the old school and the town where I was filled with dirt and lice at first. It turns out that everyone sees my pictures of asshole and said "how beautiful the child" and one is a saint hueón assuming that time is not spent in vain and that cute boy is now a poor hueas bag. That was already part of a routine that ended up getting used. My compadre Hecatom, which is something my friend always told me I had pasta lover, the girls of the neighborhood they believed "innocent" that I could be a man of stem and stuff, but never believe the story finished . Now I do not think so, but at least I'm hesitating. Several former classmates of children have told me, Facebook through, when they were students basic dedicated her put up with me and so, in silence, my most retarded nonsense. Endured without complaint I clean the teeth in their vests, they stick to the cast kicked or shitting on my side because I kept the slit. This is why we put up with my constant pride, sharp and stabbing my statements many times, my inability to offer excuses, my ongoing intention to dominate humanity.
was, of course, a cute child. The photos prove it. Moreover, it was good for the ball and ran very fast, two vital aspects in childhood. "I liked your face, "confessed one of the girls then, now and married women. Others close to the opposite sex have been kind enough to say that I have still "manly beauty," "special attraction" and things of that caliber that make you start believing in little God and his magical powers. Other experiments, however, could sink. Like, for example, when the mother of a former classmate of basic saw me on Facebook and said "bitch is shit." In such cases self-esteem tends to sink. Or when a college roommate found me in the street and looked at me half an hour before saying "you changed, did not recognize you." So much it costs them tell me I'm fat and skin, the fuck?
Finally, in these swings about my image, these last few days have been fractious. Not only because I live with the memory of cute and beautiful child that someday, before my teens, I became. Now I hold also have always thought that I am a big pelao unbearable, subject to the above discussions with former colleagues through Facebook could have thrown to the ground. Them over the years have lost all shame and dare to confess to tickle children decades ago felt for this poor devil. With those beautiful days confessions obtained cheer and believe me I'm not a toothless lion and, with infinite wisdom, a colleague was defined to say that he was removed from the tracks. I look from the gallery, said that once. I will continue looking and think about that mythical past where I was bullied by girls at school and some neighborhood girls today are women away.
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