If hard was the death of my Derbi , I think that was the height funeral and burial ... to call them in some way.
My amos deserved a decent burial of the life he had led, so I looked closer to scrapping my house pa not the beating stick. And I said "post anything online seeking scrapping in Murcia and anything done" , if I know what I hoped had searched for scrapping the cutters Gizzard and not here.
After a few seconds I found Scrap the Palm , cojo, my bike sleeping for eternity under a palm tree, which bonico, I did not know was that the palm was in Sidi Ifni .
Step
telephone. No problem, was to provide documentation, knocked down and picked her up in my house. Great, but what fucking pa was the Derbi and how easy it was to be buried ...¡¡ me innocent!.
My sentence began the moment I said "post anything we find where the dismantling and approach" ...¡¡¡¡ me shit on the google map and the bastard who invented it !!!!. I look and I get the URL for the dismantling and flechica on the map: Juan Carlos I, along with Funeral and dealers. Well, I have the car as well aparcao, we will make spending and I ride the tram that leaves me in the door.
I wear the tracksuit, I get the wireless headphones and my gig of memory with music jevi and wing walking!. Well I get to Round in 10 minutes, well, well at 12 in the safe dismantling ...¡¡ success unless Paco Porras with a sprig of celery in the asshole!. I ride the tram, not for nothing but at 20 km / h when the tram arrives at the University of Espinardo the university come with their children's hands. I already see colleagues at the stop "shit tram escapao me!, Well I walk towards me and came before me on time though!" Poof, I walk the other day I got 30 minutes before I had time to go to class and all ".
Pos nothing as the tram approaches the stop next to where the shit ... the google map told me I was scrapping Granada Lane , I'll start posting and mosques "not if I blow my sounded no scrapping, but I do not see anythin like it, so is the Mercedes dealership that due to the crisis accept what is." Well
post let's take a walk, pick up the Path of Granada Churra address and my tune after we pull.
12:30 am in hot weather and I MC with long sleeves and continue walking. And will shortly, I innocently, as I post more than 20 minutes walk Murcia to go I do not have.
After for a while there comes a point where I looked behind pa "is the same distance from here to the tram to my house" .
7687 days wore on foot, had dao 3 turns to the gig of music, I knew the lyrics to every song, sheet music and the beat. I was about to dehydration, did not see in the arcades but old thatched huts in which some black with topless and a plate in his mouth crushed worms appetizer pal "pa mi I walk more than necessary ". After asking in Swahili several villagers cursed the direction of dismantling got to see on the horizon, is it a mirage?, no, it's true!, I finally remembered the bike, google map and the mother who bore them both two.
Two planes, 4 trains and three sad tigers after I got home. My mother crying and calling the police to cancel the search appliance, my father went down to remove the pictures of me hit on the lampposts in which they are pulling me a booger, my grandmother throwing holy water on the neck, it took us 2 hours to convince that it was a ghost that came to fetch the last day of his life.
same day I was called to pick up the bike, while the load on the crane went through my mind all these "good" times we had spent together, when each time the rain picked up. I remember when I bought the raincoat and pants for the rainy days, I was more cool than an eight, but the road to college thought "I'm noticing a little chilly in the package, it's raining clear as fresh water is me freezing the unspeakable ". When I got to campus and took off my windbreaker pants saw the seam of the water brewing shit was getting rained on the package. Take!, Wet up that I seem to have MEAO, Professor at me approached me and whispered "I know it sounds hard but not to piss up" .
That time of pride left I said "this bike the grave I do for my balls!" and tomb, the tomb while the pedal, an element not calculated in the grave, touched the ground and went to hell, and I did not fall!. JODI was hard.
also remembered many other good things, and with a tear about to leave I left my dear Derbi while the crane had, certainly in hell of motorcycles, it was jevi , you will step on the tail 3 times Satan and at least.
REQUIESCANT IN PACE.
A hug tod @ s and until we read.
Signed .: Black-poisoned.
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