pprrrfffff.....
i ate soo much today, but at least i'm proud it was eco-friendly, if food can be that..mozarella, tomatos, and some other herbs from a mega image bag. its name was cosmopolit salad. funky, huh? aaa, btw, i'm reading "funky business" and they're pretty funky. and i'm listening to classical music. loud. i start to really like it.
in fact, the ideea of this is a story that keeps ringing in my head.
it was the second summer in america, at the club, and as usuall, me and the girls wouldn't sleep. it was 4 am or later, don't remember exactly. and we were chatting on our bikes, outside the dorms. and something GREAT happens. great for us, bored to death... a mexican had stubbed his wife, or just caressed her with his knife, or smth like this, but it certainly involved a knife a and some blood. and we were soooooo curious to know the details :))
our "link from the inside" officer waller, (graduate of special ed, if we are to believe alison) wouldn't tell us anything. we were perfect strangers, even if we were waiting there like we weren't supposed to sleep and eventually work in about 5 hours. no wonder we were always sleepy and tired at work. (muhahaha)
so, we were standing there and we saw the american police in action. they were searching in all dorms rooms, asking around, asking manuel abt his life, they didn't even bother to ask us anything. and then there is this white car coming. it was the "forensic detectives" car. wow!! it was white, the 2 men had big metal diplomats and a bad look in their eyes. and they came to us and ask us what we knew. they then started to ask questions about the golf course, some names and persons. adaina and alison pointed me out.
- SHE knows!
hmm...i was proud i KNEW (or see them think that), but i was scared to hell . they scared me, really.
and they told me to come with them to show them the winter something...(i forgat the name, it was a part of the golf course, situated at the end of it)and i said ok, and pointed them the place, but they nooo, hup in the car! i got even more scared
me, in the car? with him? and in the car i tried to have a conversation and i asked them if the color of the car means something, like truth, or victory, cus it was plain withe, despite the police cars that are sooooo colorful.
and he replied with complete honesty:
- no, it's just cheaper.
awkard silence. not the typical "american police" answer one would expect. but he did answer that. and he told me to relax, cus he's the good guy in there. riiight...:))
and the we got off the car and we started loking for the knife in the grass. it was sooo interesting for me!! helping the police to look for a blooded knife!!! yeey!!
but we didn't find anything.
well, the whole thing turned out to be a storm in a glass of water. buuuut, there was a nice black cop, who would just stay with us and tell us funny stories. no really, he was big time fun! and we were laughing so hard, and he probably was feeling so damn good :))) he even gave us a phone no and invited us to the club, but he never answered that phone or never invited us...his loss, of course!! :P
and this is just a very very small part of our summer working vacation in america. god, we didn t sleep or work too much, but we had some serious fun and adventures.
car?!?
(usually, it was a taxi)
in fact, the ideea of this is a story that keeps ringing in my head.
it was the second summer in america, at the club, and as usuall, me and the girls wouldn't sleep. it was 4 am or later, don't remember exactly. and we were chatting on our bikes, outside the dorms. and something GREAT happens. great for us, bored to death... a mexican had stubbed his wife, or just caressed her with his knife, or smth like this, but it certainly involved a knife a and some blood. and we were soooooo curious to know the details :))
our "link from the inside" officer waller, (graduate of special ed, if we are to believe alison) wouldn't tell us anything. we were perfect strangers, even if we were waiting there like we weren't supposed to sleep and eventually work in about 5 hours. no wonder we were always sleepy and tired at work. (muhahaha)
so, we were standing there and we saw the american police in action. they were searching in all dorms rooms, asking around, asking manuel abt his life, they didn't even bother to ask us anything. and then there is this white car coming. it was the "forensic detectives" car. wow!! it was white, the 2 men had big metal diplomats and a bad look in their eyes. and they came to us and ask us what we knew. they then started to ask questions about the golf course, some names and persons. adaina and alison pointed me out.
- SHE knows!
hmm...i was proud i KNEW (or see them think that), but i was scared to hell . they scared me, really.
and they told me to come with them to show them the winter something...(i forgat the name, it was a part of the golf course, situated at the end of it)and i said ok, and pointed them the place, but they nooo, hup in the car! i got even more scared
me, in the car? with him? and in the car i tried to have a conversation and i asked them if the color of the car means something, like truth, or victory, cus it was plain withe, despite the police cars that are sooooo colorful.
and he replied with complete honesty:
- no, it's just cheaper.
awkard silence. not the typical "american police" answer one would expect. but he did answer that. and he told me to relax, cus he's the good guy in there. riiight...:))
and the we got off the car and we started loking for the knife in the grass. it was sooo interesting for me!! helping the police to look for a blooded knife!!! yeey!!
but we didn't find anything.
well, the whole thing turned out to be a storm in a glass of water. buuuut, there was a nice black cop, who would just stay with us and tell us funny stories. no really, he was big time fun! and we were laughing so hard, and he probably was feeling so damn good :))) he even gave us a phone no and invited us to the club, but he never answered that phone or never invited us...his loss, of course!! :P
and this is just a very very small part of our summer working vacation in america. god, we didn t sleep or work too much, but we had some serious fun and adventures.
car?!?
(usually, it was a taxi)
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ea e irlandeza, so...:P
ps: ce faci bun? :">