My film with STORY When I was fifteen, I saw a film that was developed in the suburbs of Mexico City. The protagonists, two kids of my age pretty faces, were best friends. All sides were always together. If graffiti is not school to go to fuck some alcohol there, as they said, and smoked a cigar, just the classes had just grabbed their backpacks and skateboards and throwing to give the mother all afternoon in a park asshole there all full of paint. In fact, after a few markers were removed and they would scratch everywhere. The black man, a well smiley guy who had crooked teeth, signed as saiko, and the other a half menso guerita who is doing a good funny dimples in the cheeks, was the bujeritos. And that was all they were doing: walking being worth mothers and throwing chaos and no mames, laughing at any blowjob. Were well chidos these dudes.
I was the only private school in a small country town in the republic, where he had to go very arregladito: well-shined shoes, navy blue slacks, white shirt planchadísima, well shortie hair, tie the same color pants. In contrast, saiko and could bujeritos would like your school, that school seemed more than a derelict building or an abandoned warehouse, and while I was sitting there all in a dilapidated Desks. If not, you're fucked, they played at the fucking floor, which was dirt. And then, while watching my teachers that the strict regulations of the honorable institution representing be fulfilled to the letter and our academic achievement was well above the national average, he went quietly to saiko bujeritos an envelope made of a sheet of paper and I opened it and his eyes sparkled, and then I did not know what to say to the arts education teacher who asked me just explain something about Egyptian culture, I think, and the advantage saiko bujeritos and their teacher had gone to who knows Where and stuck his notebooks to the pack, and very sorry I said "excuse me, master?, is not heard him right, and saiko and they ran bujeritos the classroom, school, around the yard, and lost out there willing to try marijuana for the first time. I wanted to be like them.
chingarse After their first joint, gave them lots and lots of laughter. Al bujeritos is marked more and more pits of the face, and said no mames saiko, click bujeritos, you look good shit, and still laughing, but so strong, until then were being well taken sides wave because they could not stop laughing, and it hurt so much belly laugh, and put them cheeks hard as rocks and hurt them, and then I started to laugh with them while my mom asked me to how I had been at school, and my dad told me that if what you're laughing, that my mother had asked a question, that what manners were those, who do not know how and see if I was I behaving, the food was a sacred moment, to live as a family, and then the saiko and hugged bujeritos shit of laughter, as if offended face my mom and my dad Awful face and what I was saying they saw the funniest thing the world, and I put a face that really seemed to repent and lowered his head, but inside was laughing at how ridiculous it all was, as pathetic and lonely and boring that was my life.
And then it happened, but either I did not realize it or how but I started getting deeper and deeper into the film, until one day I woke up being the bujeritos. I mean, I was still me and my life was as usual. A life without friends in school because everyone said I was very rare and very serious and nobody knows how and with me. A life without brothers or cousins \u200b\u200bbecause my family was very small and only had, besides my parents, a couple of aunts who had not ever married. A life like no joke. But one day I woke up realizing that, had he lived where he lived bujeritos, I could have been like him because, although he had no dimples on the cheeks, it was like half mens and, if they also were walking in the Bisnes of the skid, sure I would fall a lot more than the saiko, who did not get many Madrazo as the bujeritos. And then I began to imagine a thousand adventures saiko side. One day, for example, after leaving a peda at home a few classmates, they wanted to assault us about Chaco and the saiko and I ran and ran until we lost. A egg. On another occasion, but this time after gigs, a dude took my backpack, and said saiko what that? ", With my nobody messes bujeritos carnallite and fuckload grabbed him until we returned backpack, and abused, bujeritos, than that of yards you want to spend they are going to have to do with me, are we? We, saiko. The saiko was my best friend.
The fact is that the film, after much chaos, it just bujeritos where Dad was going to wet the United States and then sent for his wife and his children because he was doing really well over there, and then saiko the bujeritos and said goodbye while promising that they ran and could only stare and a very deep look, their faces close, and then lowered his head bujeritos and ran, and now: there is just the movie. But I told myself that one day, who know if soon, he would fulfill the promise of becoming saiko a bump. I like that it was going to comply. And a day later, but I no longer remember the movie or the saiko or our promise to return to meet suddenly saw him again.
was in a bar in Mexico City, where I had left to live for work. I first saw it back and it seemed familiar, but I never thought I could be him. The truth is that I was half fart when suddenly, he turned around and told me what trades, carnallite? I had a few more years, of course, now was a kid of twenty, but was it the same saiko face, her smile, crooked teeth. It was the saiko. As then, when we were best friends, we take chaos and laugh like crazy. He told me he was a salesman in a clothing store, still skating, now playing drums with a band of supporters and wanted to study graphic design. For my part, I assured him I had a good position in a multinational company, I was wrong, who lived alone in an apartment in Polanco and that if I could stay with me that night to continue talking. You know what, carnallite?, I like you cool, he said, and agreed to leave me.
That night, in my department, saiko told me he had a friend who wanted a fuck and that was, in fact, his best friend, and I could not help feeling uncomfortable because, no mames, we had been best friends, he had taught me to skate, we smoked pot together for the first time he had defended me a shitload of times of all who wanted to move to cock me, and was ready to return to earn their affection, and I said, I said I wanted to live a lot of new things with him, he wanted to recover the lost time, he would not let it slip away again, and he said nothing, but looked at me with that look deeper than was at the end of the film and his face was, as then, so close mine, I thought maybe it would be best to head down again and run, but the idea only took me a second because then determined not to lose it again, I closed my eyes, and no doubt went to my lips hers and kissed him.
After that night, we met many times and did more than kiss, but always in my apartment, secretly. Every time I intended to go to see him play drums with his supporters or skating or even just walk around, to throw us a beer or a joint, to laugh until your belly hurt us and put us face like stone, as before, he told me he could not, that their parents, their work, their friends. Also, if you topábamos to an acquaintance on the street, would have trouble explaining what made me who I was. And then I told him about the film, I was the bujeritos and that he was the saiko, if not remember, but he told me that I was pretty crazy, that's where he got that, that he was not called saiko but Fabian, and I was not even his age, if I did not realize that he was twenty and I, however, thirty-something. And it was true that he was about to turn forty, but he supposed that was the least, some confusion that was not enough to explain. What is important In any case, was that we were together and I, although it sounds corny, I loved him.
Gradually, however, saiko went away. Every time we saw each other less and they had to insist more to go to my apartment. Please saiko, I need you, and he, no mames, saiko not call me, you understand, but fabian. Also, I said, our worlds are completely different: you will do well, you have a buck, your apartment is in a beautiful city. By contrast, where I live is very dangerous, I am poor, I have a poorly paid job. We do not seem in any way. But how on earth we would not mind if I also had run the same dangers he? What no longer remembered when she had to cling to the Chaco fuckload wanted to steal the bag or scooter? What is not remembered when we had to rush because we were going to build? But saiko had completely lost his memory and I do not recognize. Do not worry, saiko, telling me inside, because I'm going to help. You'll see that soon you remember everything. One day you will wake from that dream as you and I say, no mames, carnallite, forgive me for having forgotten about you, and I egg, I will forgive and we will not ever separate. A egg.
Then, just out of the company Transnational where he worked, I zafaba the liability suit that had to dress and I wore pants that used the tube mezquilla saiko, like his sneakers, shirts with prints that they preferred the money. I was also a guy. I was always bujeritos. And the weekend started making trips to the neighborhoods where tions between colleagues had told me saiko living, going to gigs I had out there, even my mother made me drunk, I fucked up a joint, relax missed me left to sleep on park benches. Then I bought a skateboard, and I walked there in the mother giving me a million times because I had missed practice, I suppose, although it was true that I was always quite menso for that Bisnes. And I made many friends, kids from the age of saiko that were in the same chaos in which we had covered this dude and I did not care who I was about to turn forty, but he, the only one I really wanted be a friend, I ran into what ever, and I was not going to see me at the department or answer my calls. But I knew that sooner or later have to get him in some pedagogical, in a mess. For there had to topármelo a day, and when that happened I was going to be the bujeritos that had to go to the U.S. with his family, and he would say no Mam bujeritos, how cool that you came back, and everything was going to be again as before.
And then it happened. It was a day I had gone to gigs with the guys at the age of saiko with me now gathered. The concert had begun early, and me and my friends had sucked so much that, when it happened it happened, we were already well stupid. In addition, we had fucked a few joints and we were laughing at us all suck, and when the gigs finished one of my supporters said let's go to a park near here that is about to continue throwing chaos, and all go, go, go, and we went to the park. I, the net was already cayéndome to fart, but I saw the streets, people, everything that environment, and I said that was mine, I had always belonged to that place at that time, although it was not the saiko there with me, was very happy, and were no longer my parents tell me to behave, if where were my manners. I had to put up with colleagues who had been at school, I always looked odd, and to teachers, who always ragging me not to put attention in class and my academic performance was so far below the national average. Not so. All that had gone to hell, and now I was having fun as ever, being bujeritos always, the escaping school, who tried marijuana for the first time in fifteen years that he spent his throwing chaos with saiko. And that's when I saw the saiko.
We had reached the park where they would continue with our chaos, and we sat on some benches, and that one of my supporters asked what then?, Who brings the pot?, And someone said just me and started to smoke and I was already too pacheco when the distance, I saw some dudes making a blowjob on a skateboard, and then had asked for the pot said come, I want to introduce some friends, and we moved to where the kids were of skateboarding, and one of them was he was the saiko. My protector I said I want to introduce to this dude, who told you last time, is somewhat ruco, but it is very cool, and pretended saiko not know me, and what trades?, gladly. Fabian is called, said my friend, but we tell saiko. Ah, go, go, said. And he is the lalo, he said pointing to someone else, but I had already realized that was the bujeritos, the real bujeritos when my supporter told me he was told by the pits and put to him on the cheeks, will you understand?, and laughed, bujeritos: holes, and laughed again, and bujeritos this bujeritos, laughed too, I said hello hand, laughed again and turned to see saiko, Saiko and laughed, and laughed bujeritos true even more, and saiko said is that we are well Pacheco, and the bujeritos and saiko embraced and continued laughing, and laughed and laughed, and belly hurt them both laugh, and cheeks were hard as rocks and put them also hurt, and they laughed and turned to hug and continued laughing, and I had no more than duck down again and, as in the movie, run out of there, the park, my new friends from all over the cock.
