I slept outside, when I wake up at night I feel like I'm dying for the cold penetrates me deeply and I panic. I hire a jog along the street and decides that tomorrow call Mark, what gets too cold at this time. On the phone he seems busy, polite, he told me to go see a small production house in Nice, he said he flirts with the production manager. On the train people all looking the sea, with the exception of a teenager with FHM before the eyes, mouth, inverted-U. People have mouths to letters every time I took the train lately. I got an appointment later in the day and I'll break me eyes to things I want but I surely do have some in a Fnac. Thanks to my ideologies I do not just buy what I buy power at this age in my life. In Fnac same I am told that sometimes people look to me to be animals from elsewhere. The green bench of a park welcomes me, there is a smell of earth and urine. I feel, despite the cold that my nose is cast against my arm, I do not feel too bad. Schoolboys in tight pants make skateboard with large wick before their eyes, all the same, the same drills, the same glance behind, drinking sugar alcohols. One of the boys fell heavily and his finger is back, he looks off the finger air daze, then looks at his buddies looking dazed and groaned. They look at me, I fix them.
- Call an ambulance sir.
- I nothing to dial.
- Everyone has a mobile stop lying, called an ambulance that this is not.
I put my arms on the back, wide.
- So you have to have laptops. He
watching.
- I have not enough credit.
- Me neither.
- I only sms.
Another groan more and more during one of his friends, I do not know why he tries to put her Ipod headphones in ears, repeating "it's going to relax, you relax it'll go." I know why he does it but I do not understand, I still does not move. An old dog with a password and a look at this wary eye.
- Madam you should call an ambulance, he broke his finger.
It shows the boy with bangs behind her moist eyes, holding hands, the little finger while in the air like a small trophy, still sitting on the floor.
- Do not come near me, I have seen on TV how you lie to steal people like me. Do not come near me, I have a tear gas canister that my son in law gave me.
I think the old people, old ladies in particular, need to put details of their life in their sentences. She must live alone, I always felt that all the old lady living alone. The boy with the Ipod says out loud without being specific vis a vis his interlocutor:
- Damn dude have is a film by Larry Clark or Gus Van Sant you know.
He lets out a smile before understanding that this was not the right time to do that with his mouth. I'm smiling and I share, I need to be in a calm, empty, in a bar in the afternoon that offers only sandwiches to eat. I decide to drink a Coke, not to be the stereotypical alcoholic at a bar counter. I am alone, the place is ugly, small, yellowish, stinking of her smoking history. Surely not to be used as solitary existence in the neighborhood. The bartender seemed to be the boss he seems too old to work. The glasses are not washed well, I try to drink my soda without touching the glasses with my lips, it's difficult.
- I know what you think. Said the bartender boss motionless behind the bar, a pack of playing cards in hand.
- Tell me.
- You say I'm too old.
- Too old to work, not too old at all, it makes a difference. Being old short that there is hardly any, except perhaps when we shiver, which was leaking, which is more the spirit we had during the major part of his life. So you're doing not too bad.
- If you say so.
- Why you guess that people think that?
- I do not really know, an intuition, I do not think too much on things that keeps me awake otherwise.
- Maybe that's what intuition.
I finished my glass, ice falls, breaking on the wooden floor.
- Leave.
- Okay ... You did not want to tell people your life?
- Not really, I is not especially want to know one another, so I told them not mine.
- But you still come talk to me.
- It was a matter that concerned the life of anyone, it was out of context.
- Good view, you're awfully good sense.
He smiled, displaying his cards before him, behind the counter. I think that from that moment he is a poker game with himself, or a magic trick. The production box is redeveloping an entire city, but has to keep his garden, pool and all these things must contain a rather large house. A red plate and white writing the names of the corporation to the fence. I rang. A sizzling, a small red dot.
- Hello I am for an appointment.
- Oh, me?
- I do not know, you see me but I can not.
- Excuse me sometimes ... Enter.
The gate opens, alone, silent, I mounted a slope.
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