Dentist / Alfredo Garcia Revuelta
Tomorrow I take a piece of tooth. Well, a whole wheel, big, healthy, perfect, split in two by the thing that stayed NISC.
It was a strange time, with that terrible pain. One thing that was for eleven years or so.
do not know what scared me more, I doubt between the gynecologist and dentist by day.
Common to both is indescribable helplessness and appliances.
The Lion of the subway and I was there with his head inside while noise that sounds to me is like a terrifying roar.
Once, when I had to work on something truly committed, somewhere disturbing by the type of capacity or reputation of the theater, waiting in the dressing room wondering what the hell was he doing there, with how well I'd be at home cooking or scratching a perrin. I even think
, nerves us mad, I would rather stay at the dentist ...
Nain. Being
the other day in the waiting room had changed over the chair like an airplane seat disgusting.
is, for any journey which is not exclusive class.
guess everyone will be happy with that you can fly everywhere for birriosos prices (not much, but good). A ascazo gives me terrible. Everything. The flight, the gossip, the legs of me sticking to my own touch, the apurruchamiento ...
Before flying was something unnatural that got on his nerves and was taking more or less well thanks to the deal. Cava, magazines, snacks, etc.
Now there is no reason to suffer.
The last few times I've traveled I tried to go by train, these new trains that looks like there is now enormous suppositories. Fatal
. There is no cafeteria, there is a very dirty kind of bar where you pompous payment provided some sandwiches stuffed with something indefinable better not find out.
non-smoking. Never. Nowhere.
And then, as usual, huge numbers de gentes, algunos con niños, cuya forma de comportarse es la del "sálvese quien pueda"; empujones, gritos, malos modos, alaridos al teléfono.
Pues bien, pese a todo mañana preferiría ir en un vuelo a canarias repleto de vacacionantes en pleno mes de agosto.
Pupu, pupu...
Tomorrow I take a piece of tooth. Well, a whole wheel, big, healthy, perfect, split in two by the thing that stayed NISC.
It was a strange time, with that terrible pain. One thing that was for eleven years or so.
do not know what scared me more, I doubt between the gynecologist and dentist by day.
Common to both is indescribable helplessness and appliances.
The Lion of the subway and I was there with his head inside while noise that sounds to me is like a terrifying roar.
Once, when I had to work on something truly committed, somewhere disturbing by the type of capacity or reputation of the theater, waiting in the dressing room wondering what the hell was he doing there, with how well I'd be at home cooking or scratching a perrin. I even think
, nerves us mad, I would rather stay at the dentist ...
Nain. Being
the other day in the waiting room had changed over the chair like an airplane seat disgusting.
is, for any journey which is not exclusive class.
guess everyone will be happy with that you can fly everywhere for birriosos prices (not much, but good). A ascazo gives me terrible. Everything. The flight, the gossip, the legs of me sticking to my own touch, the apurruchamiento ...
Before flying was something unnatural that got on his nerves and was taking more or less well thanks to the deal. Cava, magazines, snacks, etc.
Now there is no reason to suffer.
The last few times I've traveled I tried to go by train, these new trains that looks like there is now enormous suppositories. Fatal
. There is no cafeteria, there is a very dirty kind of bar where you pompous payment provided some sandwiches stuffed with something indefinable better not find out.
non-smoking. Never. Nowhere.
And then, as usual, huge numbers de gentes, algunos con niños, cuya forma de comportarse es la del "sálvese quien pueda"; empujones, gritos, malos modos, alaridos al teléfono.
Pues bien, pese a todo mañana preferiría ir en un vuelo a canarias repleto de vacacionantes en pleno mes de agosto.
Pupu, pupu...
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