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Gang Bangs of New York - Part Three

And a bottle of wine is gone . The funeral was very moving, especially when alcohol abusers, who have gathered together around the void, have shed rivers of bitter tears. Tears of bitterness. Inconsolable, I raise my hand in an attempt to draw the attention of the waiter and ordered another one. The girls enact a pantomime labile that should stop the impromptu bacchanal New York, but nothing, now, can prevent the rite of going forward, not even the Divine Otelma . In fact, here, the new bottle, which stands on the table, arrogant, conceited, swollen ruddy nectar. Nectar that it takes a little dry. The drought alcohol is a tragedy with a hint of revenge, like a guillotine, fell on our mental drought. The symptoms are easily recognizable and touch on a wide range of inner states euphoria and leaving port, inevitably, to the self-loathing, penance, mortification and the vision of the last films by Massimo Boldi . It takes guts and I have played with him the last years of cuba libre. In short, after having delighted my fellow travelers with deep talk about anything, I had to attend an existential drama that I was momentarily blocked arteries, preventing oxygen to bring food to my brain. One of the two girls, turned pale version of a corpse, it seems clinically close to death and shewn outline all of a sudden, he began to nod like a good ultra-orthodox jew, but rather to the highest heaven, I seems to yearn for a Las Vegas hotel toilet bowl. I try to get information about his physical condition, which worsened with each passing second.

"How do you feel?"

from his mouth come the cries that I can hardly understand.

"You must go to the bathroom?"

From slurred speech impenetrable extrapolates something that looks like a 'no'. I take it in word but I'm afraid already that the inevitable unfortunately, occurs about ten minutes later when, opening a gap in the melee of people, I get rid of the first line of defense, and the extreme excess, opening to kick the bathroom door, I half inserting the head of the dying in the water. From a body so thin and graceful exits a jet of a devastating power that, as a Kerr black hole , curved space time and spins. The girl is now a raging torrent and I have not even the number of civil protection. When he finally falls in the banks, the carry-over to the table where, shortly after, he collapsed. After a few minutes, the same scene is repeated, only this time the bathroom is occupied and I have to direct the hydrant on the sidewalk. Meanwhile, people crowded into the room waiting for a table. Thus, the factotum of the city, Akiva, namesake of the famous rabbi, much of which, unfortunately, inherited only the name, after checking in a totally hypocritical of the girl's condition, invites us to bring our asses from a Semitic ' On the other hand .

"There are people waiting"

stirred by such humanity, I get the lucciconi eyes. I instantly convert to Zen Buddhism and try to solve a koan that question that makes the sound of one hand clap-printed on the face of violence sympathetic Akiva. Enlightened, I reach the awareness Akiva is an asshole. We just have to follow the suggestion. I am sure that two steps and a bit 'fresh air will benefit the malnourished of our friend. I get up, I put the cappoto and when I have one foot out the door, going on the irreparable: the dewatering discharge all of its contents, or almost on the floor and the table. With Tubular Bells in the background, I understand that now remains for me to do not rely on the experience of a good exorcist . Father Mayii. Petrified embarrassment, I humbly apologize to all those who are eating, those who hunted our place now and instead are giving generously to newcomers, and already there are, I apologize for that time you touched me while I ate pastries with cream while watching a movie by Walt Disney. We bring out the demonic that is continuing its work, after having made the first completely turn his head a few times around his neck. I know, I always have this effect on women. Then, stunned, collapses on a bench . A nose, I doubt that he will take the bus back to Newark, where to stay temporarily with an aunt. After a round of phone calls, we to book a room in a hotel not far from Times Square . The other girl proposes to take the subway, an idea that budding at once. Note the straightway.

"I think it's better if you stop a taxi"

Sometimes I still wonder to myself. We raise the arm and as if by magic a taxi, coming from somewhere, approaches. We go inside, suffering first, me and the other half to close the procession. The driver, who is not an idiot, immediately senses that lurks beneath an attack organized by the Zionist Mossad, so we politely asked to get off:

"I do not want me to dirty the taxi." I recognize his reasons, why a lifetime ago when I was a clean-shaven without a license and right to vote, I found myself in a dark forest, drunk, and after that in a taxi with the taxi driver asked my friend if I could to get back home and my friend asked me if I could get home and I answered that yes yes yes and then that I drew on the interior of the car and the taxi driver who did not ask anything, and my friend who does not asked nothing but a long awkward silence. I respond, displaying a certain swagger:

"Do not worry. If so, I warn you in advance. "

It does not even engage the second time that the pump fire on my left is about to embark upon. The danger is approaching, I must act quickly:

"Excuse me, pull you mind ... immediately! "

The problem is that it can not. Not then. In these situations, however, timing is everything. While slows down and tries to find an open space in which to stop, left the door open wide , thus draining the flux capacitor of this DeLorean that a clear loss to the tank. The taxi driver tries to turn around but we get distracted by the fact phrases, clichés and supercazzola copyright. The journey to the hotel is long and tortuous. Once downloaded, the legendary holy pay driver and enter the lobby of the hotel. It is not over yet. The lady, after being saved, edited and scamper, he complains of the excessive price of the room. Mah! Part immediate round of phone calls and retrieve another few meters ahead, and many dollars back. We rush at once. During registration, signature amenities and fittings different, I accommodate the queen of effort a chair, where it sinks and disappears. One of the two boys at the reception, which is observing the scene, she smiles and shows me the bathroom door. I smile at my time and do that inside that body no longer There's nothing . Nothing. Finally, recovered the key, we bring in the room, you slip under the covers, turn off the light and good night. I'm exhausted. Accompany him at his hotel the other girl. She looks into my eyes. I look into your eyes. She looks into my eyes. I look into your eyes. She looks into my eyes and then I think, but what will have to look into my eyes, are always stuck on my nose . I said goodbye and walked towards my hotel. Half an hour of walking. Once you open the door of the room, I collapsed on the bed, lifeless. Before going into hibernation, I think, after all, could have been worse. For example ... for example ... be ', maybe not. Good week to all!

ps: more. Maybe ...

New Job And Vicodin Testing

Gang Bangs of New York - Part Two

You should know that Broadway is a rather long way . About 20 km from one end of Manhattan. So, better to know exactly where to go. Exactly. Having carefully examined the map, lift his head and with a flourish, pointing forward, I point to my two guests in the right direction and call you to follow. The whipping wind became more violent but I tetragon the blows of chance, I will not be intimidated.

"Is it far?" I ask politely.

"No, will be a maximum of ten minutes on foot." Fifteen, count against the breeze. When minutes, however, have passed wind, on the face of the two Israeli appears an expression of disappointment. I look around, check the map again and I urge fellow travelers to continue:

"We're almost there!"

Ten more minutes. I begin to notice some discrepancies between what was encoded on paper and my faculties of interpretation. In fact, checking the street numbers, I realize that we have gone far beyond the designated destination. One hundred and fifty numbers. However, in my defense, I can say that if the Niña, the Pinta and the Santa Maria had been equipped with GPS devices, we could not sink its jaws into a double cheesburger covered with layers of onion. Go back to not talk about it either. We go into a store and ask for advice area of \u200b\u200bthe premises to a contract that will have no more than sixteen years. She, unleashing an infectious smile that puts on display its technological braces, there suggests a just around the corner. So, here we are on the ground floor of this building, in front of a desert bar. It closed. The elevator is a plate with some names.

"Oh, look: I think we go up to the fifth floor. " For alcohol I become a truffle hound . The two blindly follow their prophet metropolitan , even if they start to show a little impatient. When the elevator door opens before us is an infinite expanse of dresses hanging neatly on the hangers that fill the entire space of the loft. Who knows where the bottles of rum?

"Can we help you?"

How do turtles stretch their necks out of their shell to burn a little 'grass, we leaned out of the elevator and see to our left, hidden by a wooden bar that runs around them, are sitting in front a computer, two girls and a boy looking at us quizzically. We explain why we are there. smile and tell us that the bar is at ground level and that this is a studio . American, Etel.

So no rum?

between a sentence and another, known that the boy suffers from a tic in his left eye . One of the two Israeli approaches and whispers in my ear: "I think he likes . So, I'm not in a bar and the boy did not suffer any tics. Nothing is what it seems, except the fact that I, at that time, I look like an idiot, even if it was all just a dream. The dream of an idiot.

I try to take it to my advantage. Deployed the army of incisors, canines, molars and pre molars, and with oratory that even Shakespeare's Mark Antony with his "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears", I urge you to show off the smile unbeatable . I ask the guy if he knows a nice place to have a drink and maybe a bite to eat well. He was hit by unmentionable sexual drives, falters, then regained control, fiddles with the computer and seconds later gives me not only a printed page with the name and address of the premises - and the small, bottom right, should instead be his phone number -, but also the model of the restaurant with a lot of Bruno Vespa attachment and a set of glazed pots that I bring home only $ 49 plus shipping. We thank and salute us on our way again. Ten more minutes of running. The post, which is hidden behind an anonymous door, it's really cute. Sensitive: a bar, five tables and a toilet. With our luck, one of the tables is free and does not care if the seats are only two and I have to stay off the bench with half ass and knees wedged under the table. We order. Or rather, I order. Mussels marinara, a taste of this, a taste of that and a bottle of fine and expensive Italian red wine . The Israeli seek to prevent such a waste of pecuniary, fearful of having to pay much more than turn the mortgage at the end of dinner, but I, full of spirit tafazziano, utter a phrase that some critics have called "an epigram which is the vividness with emptiness existence of its author "

" You are my guests. "

The crowd paid tribute to me with a standing ovation and the greek chorus instantly reaches catharsis. I just have to say goodbye inviting you to reflect on a thought so deep and deferred until the next episode, where you can read about diabolical possession and betrayal platonic. Good week to all!

Prom Dress Stores Around Walden Galleria

Gang bangs of New York - Part

The imposing skyline in black and white and the clarinet glissando in Rhapsody in Blue . So opens the brilliant comedy of the 1979 Woody Allen . And this for me was the idea I had of Manhattan until last November 5 when, landing at midnight at New York JFK , I found myself in front of a galaxy of lights I takes the breath away. At least until the next day, when, still dazed by the latest from travel and change time zone, leaving the dilapidated hotel, and I begin my pilgrimage to a week on the streets of the Big Apple . The city is a gigantic madeileine that awakens in me memories continue films ranging from comedies by Woody Allen in Once Upon a Time in America, When Harry Met Sally Taxi Driver, by Sex and the City - the series television, because the films tend to be chronic yawning - West Side Story and I could go on like this all over the page. But it is not very funny. What the big screen can not give you is the level of continuous noise exasperating, 24-hour 24, but I will write this later. Let me tell you instead of adventure capitatami few days after my arrival in this Babel for a few cosmopolitan tourists - several, actually - is nothing but a huge shopping mall where satisfy their instincts of compulsive buying. was the first time I was traveling alone and , I assure you, the experience memorable solo gives pearls. Things first.

Tuesday, November 9. Downtown New York. The bright day, the unexpectedly mild climate and the colorful palette of autumn colors me full satisfaction of having chosen this time of year to explore one of the most classic destinations. The route today was decided by consulting the Bible of the average traveler, the Lonely Planet , includes Ground Zero, Wall Street - including balls of the bull - and the ferry to Staten Island, the only way to see more or less closely the Statue of Liberty, since, after dealing with the heroic code of the 'Empire State Building , Rockefeller Center and MoMA , I have no intention of getting another row that mileage will increase the number of wrinkles on my face. Japanese-style, is a prosthesis camera and immortalizing path in the fixity of digital architecture at the mercy of a time when everything has already passed. I do not have the decency to stop in front of a place that has hosted a tragedy not only for the United States, but throughout the Western world. In my defense I can only say that those photos were later cleared. Given that there was to see, and watch dozens of people who, like stupid, are photographed together with that horned bull is not really the best scenes in the best of possible worlds but you know, hard to ignore the attraction of souvenir photos, moderm totemic fetish, I headed to the South Ferry pier to board the ferry to Staten Island . The mass of people gathered at the entrance reminds me of being in the right direction. Only problem: Where does the ticket? Without a black policeman, reproduction of the Statue of Liberty, but big, and expose the improcrastinabile question.

"It's free," he thunders with his voice on the bass.

Oh yeah? The trip begins to like. I almost do it two speeds, on the ferry. When the man of the Monte says yes, the crew is channeled politely on the catwalk, as long as elbowing and jostling to be taught daily in the famous Oxford course "The camallo that is in us: the ontology and semantics of swearing in kicking ass." Because I want to capture the old lady with the ice cream cone in hand, I start looking for the stairs, I am sure I will in the outside of the ferry where I can grab the best place for me pseudo art. A mole would do a better job: no navigation system, my mission seems destined for a sure way to failure. Disappointed, I sit in front of the window . Better than nothing. However, I still do to win. Beside me, two girls, probably American. They will help me.

"Excuse me, do you know if there is an external part of the ferry where you can take some pictures?". I ask this but I'll translate in English because I know that Monday is a difficult day for everyone. They get to confabulation. In Hebrew . Maybe I'm not American.

"Are you Israeli?" . Sometimes I'm amazed of my disproportionate IQ. The bait has been launched. So, after telling of the deep bond that binds me to the country where they come from - the Israeli girls with tits genetically modified by Galina and hummus in Tel Aviv -, let us know. The hour drive there and back, passes between a word vomited continuously and my photographic reportage puts me through tendinitis in his right hand index fulminant curable, according to doctors of international reputation, with the only ' amputation of the right brain. Once off again in Manhattan, the two ask me if I want to join them for a walk along the Battery Park suggestive. I understand the hint, and I accept with pleasure the invitation . So we walk and a cigarette in one hand and camera in the other, the storyteller with tales excited and involved in my Italy. I did not know to be so patriotic, but the distance from home produces these effects. Or perhaps the effect is produced by something else ... And while the sun sets and the Statue of Liberty is swallowed by the winter twilight darkness who became an hour ahead of schedule - again made his appearance the summer time - we decide that it is too early to say goodbye. An appetizer before the leave is what you need. Draw your Lonely Planet as a Jedi with his lightsaber, and having reviewed the names and reviews, find the right place for us. Then, pull out the map, the open waging a fierce battle with the wind and, when I noticed that I'm reading backwards, I take it the right way - the maps, like all things female gender must always be taken in the right direction - and I can finally decode it and to establish a starting point and way to go to reach the coveted goal of alcohol. Down there, on Broadway! It is the beginning end, but for the rest of the story you have to wait Monday. Good week to all!