Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 38
away, no time to spare on a beautiful Saturday morning, it was raining, it was cleaning out all the mess the streets saw, and his thought on the movie he watched the day before was deeply imprinted in his emotions. Let me sleep. His brain did not let him this chance. Only for one hour, an hour he spent on waking up and putting notes on the pads next his bed, and bam, the door went slammed. On a burp, he gathered forces and jumped on his feet. He went to prepare his morning tea before sitting in the living room. A living room. Where is the noise, he is asleep, doesnt he have an appointment this morning? His brain went to wake him up, sharply, noisily as if nobody could care less. For sure, there was a reason, even if he couldnt think of one right now. Justin sat by the living room, and mumbled, sent him away and took the deck of cards to restart a game. He stopped Henri to give him some letters that arrived this morning. A bank statement, directly thrown on a stack of papers to keep. A mountain of papers that was building up since three years, no organization, only thrown above in the order of when it was first received, one way to look at inventory. If one asked, he would surely have it, ok give him time though. 6 Chess mate Five oclock, it was tea time and time to enjoy a late afternoon where rains spare its forces for once. Five oclock, drinking time for this Saturday England is a crossroad between a whole European youth seeking the English fluency card required in any job today. In this board game, this was the time, this was the scene, welcome. A field that is fertile with entertainment. It is advertised on tee-shirts tonight under the theme: What do I think? Look to my top. Undress me, Gert Lush, I am 10% black, I am a lesbian. so many expressions written on white, black, purple, red tee-shirts and more and more and more colors. Tonight, the meeting point was in their house. Justin went for it, the IKEA experience did not bring him benefits apart from walking straight on a marketing road map where all thoughts were already mapped out. And so, the evening came, and so, started the night: The unknown knight WTF? I am sick of it, we are stuck on this couch. Tower Justin Well, better go it directly. At least, youve got the opportunity to jump around to make it faster. The king is stoned, he sleeps. The Queen So here we go? The Bishop Henri Always up for it, lets go Arthur The Pawn Arthur Ok They are gathering their strength and lift up a last glass to get forces. The bishop Henri So where are we going? Tower Justin To this place Ive been told about, Lights are extreme, the beats are awesome The Pawn Arthur Give me 5 minutes, preparing a coffee. The Queen Ah thanks, thats funnier than a game of queen! Still everyone can hop around in total disorder down there. Tower Justin Get in the car, were aiming far Justin opened the door and they all climb in the car. He slammed the door, and started up the engine. *** Hey Boys, Hey Girls, Here we go The Author kindly asks the reader to put Dracul from Infected Mushroom as a soundtrack to the following. Source: HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JoBGqyTiWQ&feature=related" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JoBGqyTiWQ&feature=related No waste of time, ten minutes in the queue along this boat and they were inside. Henri straight to the bar, the queen, straight to the restrooms, and Justin in the middle of the dance floor. Henri wasnt jealous of where his queen was going to. For the obvious reasons that, sadly, he never felt too many strings attached. So he started to move on one side of the room while she danced on another floor. This place lived right up to its promises. Crowded, full of youth, full of booze, full of sound. No one, no two, he
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