I know most of you are older than me, but am I so young? In two weeks, I'll be 39. I was thinking the other day that when my dad was 39, I was 13. I can't imagine my having a kid. I don't like them anyway.
La yegua doesn't feed us. She doesn't give us much of anything. She did buy a sofa recently and fix some stuff, but I'm very suspicious about that. She no longer washes the sheets. Last summer, she went crazy about our leaving ceiling fans on when we weren't in our rooms.
I'm not a person who craves lots of experiences, and stuff bothers me while it's going on. Still, the house isn't as bad as I may have made it sound. It was pretty bad in that one period, but once over that was but a memory. Today, for instance, the house is quiet. I sat for a long time drinking mate with Javier and Juan. We talked of books and writers. Now, I'm in my room and the place seems very quiet.
The worst thing about my room is that there's no room for more than a single bed, and I am not so young that I can spend the night with my girlfriend in a single bed. We tried that once or twice. I could not get comfortable, could not sleep at all.
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