weird shit

So, the thing goes like this. I was up for another whiscola, but i ran out of coke, so i asked my sister if she wanted anything from the shop, went down, and found the place closed. Not that strange, it was 12 o’clock after all. I had to go all the way to Florida street to find an open place, but before that, i tought of helping myself with a ciggy. I sat down on some stairs leading to some building and, like the elderly, looked at was in front of me, to spend my time. I recon i could have tough about my problems and how to solve them, insted of only being a watcher, it would have given the whole story a little more dramatism emoness! But i didn’t.

The thing is, i looked at the building in front of me. On the third window (starting from the floor), i saw a girl peeping at the stret, and then peeping directly at me, hidden in the courtains (she was easy to spot, the lights on and the curtains all see-trough made material). “She must be as entertained as i am” i tought. I looked at the cars parked in front of me and started playing with the combinations of the car plates. I looked again at the window, and found something rather odd. The curtains were wide open, and i could see the ceeling fan at top speed. “How come shes that hot? It’s freaking cold out here!” i told myself. The curtains wide open also made wonder what the fuck was going on, so i kept staring. That’s when, from the lower part of the window a videocamera, pointing directly at me, apeard. I stared at it with an incredulus look, and the camera stared me back. I made my eyebrows shift to the “wtf is going on?” stance. And the camera suddenly dropped. I, of course, kept staring. The girl’s head started to slowly apear from the lower part, like the camera did before, until she met my “Yes i saw that you crazy stalking bitch” look. And she abruptly hid herself. The thing repeated, two more times. By the third time i think she was thinking “Maybe if i look at him and smile he’ll come in and ill have the most romantical fairytale about how we met! My friends at the blind lesbian chess association won’t believe the tale!”*.

By the third time, i was thinking “Ok, i’ve smoked enough, im out of here”.

Damn… This wisconcha is good!

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*The author assumes, due to his cockiness, that this girl had the hot’s for him. No theories mentioning things like “young alternative director” or “serial killer making her research” will be allowed in the comments.

And, c’mon! We cant blame her!