Well first of all a warning that last week I could not upload any writing, because I was without internet over the weekend until Tuesday ... a good excuse lol. As always I hope this letter as to cause reflections. Tomorrow
literary text plays second and if my field visit, give a tour of a town of our archipelago, Tejeda, it gives me strength, I will post some thoughts on the relative and absolute. No more waiting, here are reading. A hug.
Drugs XXI century
was in the morning and the mother decided to make a good breakfast for your child. When holiday let him sleep late and while it was preparing the tools: elastic, fork tubes, spoons, syringes, plates, paper cups, cigarette ... all you need for a very caloric food as it should be the first of the day. Her son awoke I was a boy of eight, he could barely stand up by years of accumulated junk food in your arteries. The smell of sweat bouncing the boy was not like that sweet sweat emanating from the children who were not yet have triggered the hormones, but the stench of old neighborhood, the ones that smell like piss all the wine and day, was steeped in his pajamas pokemon becoming unbearable to be at least one meter yours. Constantly panting and staggered like a boat along the corridor which graciously reminded an English bulldog who lives in a place too hot. His hair was greasy, cheesy and too rich: it empegostaba the front as if it had been placed there with glue stick to the hope that the nits should give a feast with him. The boy stuck to shout loudly demanding breakfast ... maybe the anger is due to the withdrawal had to get through the night. The mother, frightened, hurried to meet the needs of its seed. Started by the white: the powder was put in a piece of transparent plastic bag of these to bring the bread, tied with a brown elastic. The mother reached the coca table and divided into six lines, two-handed chopping with credit card and the Continent. When he finished, the boy who offered her the snorted through a football picture, gave him cocaine increased blood pressure, taticardia, feeling of anesthesia in face nose and mouth and an intense mucus drip through nostrils. The child's eyes almost tapaban the sclera and the euphoria and numbness made it impossible to find out your mucus is slipping out of the corner of the lips metiéndosele in the mouth, staining tits fat is formed in the chest. When she finished, her mom rolled a porro: hashish mixed with snuff dust and debris still left on the table in two sachets forming a ele. He put in hand the boy, who hardly knew what was between his fingers due to the euphoria and this led him into the mouth of almost automatically while his mother lit with a match incasdencente: realized that the burner could do to lose the flavor. In the first puff, smoke flooded his lungs and the THC is accumulated in the fatty parts of the brain increases the confusion ... in a few minutes stupid burst into laughter, as the levels of endorphins were such that'd been unable to feel sad At that moment, but yes, once the effect, after breakfast, he fell into a state of irritability so great hitting and screaming to their own younger siblings just by approaching them and like the previous times, barely used filter and its throat was torn apart as he aged cheese when they part, implying the reason for his tin voice. When the boy was about to vomit because of nausea, her mother would place a rubber arm, just above the gooseneck, squeezed as hard as he could, until the blue spaghetti were about to jump his arms, but this time there was a problem: the curved elbow was full of bags similar to those that arise when you burn with the sun due to continued puncture which ironically made it impossible for his mother could inject heroin needle ... so that no child desepcionar syringe stabbed in the neck, just the height of the carotid artery to ensure that the product was going as quickly as possible to the brain. The first effect of dopamine were tons that hit his body and destroyed his pancreas ... the immediate sensation of pleasure was so great that the boy began to shake uncontrollably and with eyes open even squeezed orange peel fell to the ground suffering taste while her mother smiled satisfied have provided both child welfare.
awoke from sweat and piss. The lining of the mattress was so wet that changed the white to yellow. Sought a partner with his foot, but he was not: it was Sunday and not wanting to wake picked up the spear gun and I would quietly among the rocks looking for groupers. Not yet dared descerrar eyes and allowed the terror to dominate for a few minutes before gathering the courage to stand up and prepares breakfast for her eight years. As party, let's enjoy a little more room or God knows sleep and prepared everything necessary for a feast: food, candy, napkins, Nutella, mugs, refined sugar ... well, as high in calories. And would end when the boy, an obese child who dragged his chichas gracefully through the walls of the house woke up. The boy even saluted his mother and as a zombie desemocionado sat at the table ready to devour, but not as much as the pigs, they chew, but rather as Homer or geese, which gobble up without taste. The first thing that caught was the bottle of glue-on weekend let him change this other liquid milk, and after opening it he drank from the bottle: caffeine shot his heart to levels seen in sprinters even after ... career at such high levels that his eyes were opened as a broken zipper. The drink was so cold that went through the nostrils Aguilla thing that the child did not notice, since his brain was totally gone, focus on dopamine overdose created by the drink. When he finished half a bottle, opened a box of chocolate donuts, six, six sugar-and ate them in the mouth almost metiéndoselos whole ... not care about the taste and the cake mixed with glue and pieces of ham that had been cooked on a plate: an orgy of fat and sugar when he finished down the throat violated liver, pancreas and stomach in a manner so brutal that the damage would be irreversible for life. Trans fats in the chocolate spread, butter and jam pot you were accumulating in your arteries for years, getting his grandfather had less cholesterol than the grandson ... and that the grandson was not playing the ball because acute pain constantly oppressed him stabbed his chest making him feel if he ran more than two minutes. It was dry, but had already spent half liter of cola and decided to call-loudly-a milk chocolate milk to his mother while she finished removing old powders, licked off a pack of Marys-think this candy was what gave him his fourth tooth-and the mother took the bowl for your child to take it in a couple of drinks: hot chocolate so irritated throat he could barely speak to the lunch.
The breakfast ended. The kid ended up satisfied, is what they have given a shot of endorphins through the mouth, and walked to his room to try to take a nap ... before halfway absurdity of intense heat he took heart and stomach, so the child was thrown to the floor face letting it cool off a bit tiles. This somewhat bizarre image, his mother was funny, who smiled at him and not be such a cry, not forced to rise, leaving him there, lying on the floor ... a reminded me a little junkies you see between cards when you go to work early.
The old stripped, put his clothes in the laundry basket, was still imbued with fear and adrenaline, and got into the shower to try to relax, try to forget the nightmare. When opened and left running hot water down her back, she smiled triumphantly pointing out that a good mother, never prepare their breakfast mortal boy.
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