Downtown Denver Boot Camp

I need to close a chapter, but to do it without thinking that everything is very difficult. In this story that is born, grows and dies necessarily, there is no particular not just account: There is some truth hidden. It 'just the truth (so out of every common logic), which led me to divert it and rebuild it up to be just like any distorted reality, one large and one lie. It affects those who have put in place, but especially those who live, albeit in the form of reading. I want to apologize, once, whom I have hurt because of my lie and now it is time to open the closet ... let free the skeletons. Who is the goddess Romanian? There is yet another truth or ever spoken? Everything I write is real, nothing to invent. Get ready to read and hopefully be able to understand me.

I had already noticed in other places, but the first time I met her "vis a vis" I hit him with the force of a speeding train. For several months we had entered the year of grace 2007, and was the first Monday of March is still cold and foggy. My old "155 TD", as a trusty horse, I was driving home, I often prefer to drive me to drive.

The road, still the same, wound in a succession of corners and short straights, interspersed with roundabouts that hateful, local administrators, to plan night and day are made. The track, made slippery from moisture compendium was the right to reduced visibility to just a few yards.

The fields of rice and corn ice cream again, shining the headlights of the car creandomi not a little annoyance. I thought of the banality of the things we do, what we say, the actions that we establish. In short, I thought the daily banality of existence in this dimension.

I had just left a customer in Milan and, after passing along the canal, past the dangerous curve and Abbiategrasso Soria ... I came a huge thirst. I considered that in a moment the waters of the Ticino were not known for their health. So I decided to stop for a drink in one of the many that stretch on the banks of the River. I hate to stop during my travels car "up and down" for Italy, but this time ... coincidences!

parked the car and went plunging into the water up to the ankle of a muddy puddle, I crossed the threshold of "Jack Bicker's" ... Never was most senseless act! I recognized it immediately and I could be wrong. Can not forget that a creature with features ... (continued)

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