H6: Diario de un asesino Page #5

if it collapsed.

Really, Antonio, I want to Ieave...

this place is getting

on my nerves.

Besides, it's a Iong way

from work.

I spend a Iot on gas.

- Let me think about it.

- Like hell you will!

And get rid of

those clippings.

Why don't you have

normal family pictures?

Where the f*** is your family?

Don't be offended, but...

sometimes you frighten me.

Unstrap me!

Unstrap me, you son of a b*tch!

Unstrap me.

Why do you shoot up?

Because of shits Iike you.

Now, unstrap me.

Unstrap me

or you might regret it...

the rest of your Iife.

You know, you're very pretty.

PIease...

unstrap me or I'II pass out,

I swear to God.

I can't even feel my wrists

or ankles.

Tell me why you shoot up.

I already told you...

because of this f***ing Iife

that screws us up.

Everything is dark for us.

We're in a black tunnel...

and there's no way out for us.

There's always a way out.

Not in the tunnel I'm in.

Are you in a tunnel?

You're a f***ing son of a b*tch...

who has a good time

screwing others.

Tell me what drove you to that.

Bad influences at school.

My parents...

My parents...

My parents' Iack of understanding.

Unhappy affairs.

I was never very Iucky with guys...

I don't know why...

And then...

The street...

Then the f***ing street...

until someone offers you...

a job and...

and then it's over, it's all over.

And you?

And you?

Where the f*** are you from?

When did you start messing

with that crap in your head?

- What's the matter? Are you a savior?

- Yes.

- I'm a type of savior.

- No.

You're a prick...

that just got out of the nut house.

No, no, no, please.

Let me go, I won't tell anyone.

I swear to God.

Does someone miss you?

Robert, Robert, my pimp.

He's got a temper that's scary.

I hope I won't have

to tell him about this.

Does he shoot up, too?

Now he has to on his dick

because his veins are shot.

He's a Iost cause.

Understand?

When he finds out about this...

he'II get you,

he's got nothing to Iose.

You're a dreamer.

No!

Think you'II see

Robert again?

No, no, no!

Son of a b*tch.

No!

Help!

Help!

I saw my father four

or five times in my life.

And my mother had character...

if my sister or l

did anything wrong...

she hit us with rods

she had just for that.

The truth is that often we didn't

even have to do anything wrong.

My sister committed suicide

at sixteen.

I was twelve then.

I thought of following

her example...

since she had finally managed

to escape.

But I was lucky and I was

never brave enough to do it.

It's amazing how ignorant

we can be.

We feel we're lost

in this cruel world...

but it's only a test

that the Lord is giving us.

I suffered because I doubted

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