Gueros Page #4

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If not, we get a pizza and call it quits.

- Do whatever you want.

- We're going to the zoo.

And talking about loneliness,

here's something my friend wrote.

"The Crane."

I'd never seen one so close before.

When Hound her hidden in the boa!

down by the shore,

her eyes still moved back and forth,

as if looking were a way of moving,

of getting away from there.

Her wings were broken,

and her long neck, elegant as the rushes,

barely showed a few feathers,

covered in mud.

The red ants were eating

from the open wound,

drinking the bird blood

flowing out of its side.

The crane was barely breathing

when the handle of the oar I held

crushed her skull.

Did you write that?

I'm leaving you with these classic -

Do you know

what would make me feel really bad?

What?

Listening to the chick

I really like on the radio

while a dumb-ass like Furia

is making out with her.

Do you know what would

make me feel really bad, dude?

What?

Keep going. Straight.

Straight ahead, man. There.

- You said, "Right."

- Straight, man.

F***!

You never pay attention, man.

- We'll get lost.

- You drive, then.

I will drive, then.

Sh*t, I think Tomas

drives better than you.

- You said, "Right?

- You never pay attention, man.

- I think there is a street down there -

- Why don't you ask?

F***, it's a dead end.

Back it is.

What's up?

Hi, to gel to the avenue?

The what?

We're heading south

toward the college.

You really are lost, geritos.

Don't call me gerito.

- What?

- Nothing.

- We want to get to the avenue.

- I heard you.

Bu! it's a b*tch getting out of here.

How about it?

If you give me a ride,

I'll show you the way.

Are you game?

You're on.

Make a left at the firs! corner.

A! the next one, a right.

A right, man.

What's up, gerito?

Don't tell me you're afraid of me?

That gang back there

was going to slice you up.

Stop up here.

That's it.

First, you're gonna buy me some brews.

Don't hurt my brother, let him go.

Chill, dude.

Bottoms up on a count of three.

One,

two,

three!

Now the second thing.

Another round.

No way.

What are you doing?

What are you doing, man?

Wait, you wusses!

- Stop.

- What?

- Stop!

- I can't, Tomas.

Stop!

What's the matter, Tomas?

Are you all right?

Are you okay?

It's all over.

Calm down, it's over.

Everything is all right.

That dude wanted to kill us.

No, Tomas, he just wanted friends.

What? Why not?

Maybe he just wanted to make friends.

We all need a friend.

Where are we?

In Mexico City.

Good afternoon.

Santos.

What are you doing?

Leave that!

- Santos, no.

- They're good.

- They're good.

- Let's go.

These are perfect.

They are very small.

Do you think Epigmenio is still alive?

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