-Admit that you dream of killing him.
"It's not the point.
I tote my hands in my pockets and not hastily, trying to outrun Vincent. But it does not seem bothered at all by this sudden acceleration, and I continued calmly with a smile What the little devils perched on your shoulder in cartoons.
-You 've already tried to kill me, "he recalls.
The country road thunders with the oath that I shoot. It ricochets off the apple trees and missing the first target. The mustachioed, sly, wonder why Xavier should die. Clenched jaw, I give it a shot in the shoulder, holding me to aim higher.
Xavier must die since the beginning, I say. It's just that it was so obvious that we had not seen. He knows it too. It cleans up before leaving.
Vincent goes after kilometer to cum in my mouth. This mare behind me pretending to choke or shoot himself in the head. I pretend not to see him, until he gets tired of itself, but is not counting on its exceptional toughness.
Exceeding the limits of endurance, it even comes to inventing a song he called "Life is not metaphysical." each chorus he takes his voice in the depths, with a swing of jazz:
"Life is not metaphysical
As one of your novels rotten
There no logical sequences
Your certainties I vomited "
Vincent does not see the signs. The only one who sees them, is Xavier, and Xavier does not admit to himself that he will die.
The weather is cloudy, and gray just agree with the landscape that we are experiencing. The air becomes stifling humidity. The damaged asphalt cracks almost under our feet while we sink further into the deserted pastures and fallow fields.
"But what is this place? Vincent crisis, visibly uncomfortable.
"It is you who asked me to take you.
"I would never have found alone, everything looks like shit in your area!
"It's just that you're not attentive enough.
A warm rain and broadcasts began to fall shyly. She is fine and insidious, and we quench that we do not realize it. The mustachioed wonder if we are still far, while I forks on a dirt road.
- few miles, I said.
He grins looking at his white shoes polished, already dotted with sprigs of herbs. Then he scans the road ahead is going to lose between fields, the rain is already changing in mud.
"It is I who will die," he sighs.
Fernandel me This Goku, a man of thirty years in the beard trimmed, wearing a baseball cap. Then he introduces me to Hannibal, a big farmer in his forties. I asked him if he chose his name to Hannibal the Carthaginian. Rather
-for Hannibal Lecter, he replied very seriously.
Fernandel, retired farmer, I pointed to the people already seated around a table, advising me not to bother because they focus: Nixon and Ragnarök.
I part company at the householder, and took refuge with Vincent. I would confess that I had not imagined it like that.
What, then? he replies with a sneer.
-What 's your nickname for you?
He squints, and pulls me to the ear to bring it near his mouth. He whispers, "He that we should not pronounce the name" as a confidence-fly. I asked him if he speaks of the Lord, and he sticks a slap behind the head.
-Voldemort, pauvre con ... Everything that irritates me
a bit. Nicknames say nothing, and people seem too serious. The small group moved to the table on which were already seated Nixon and Ragnarok, and begins to talk business. Fernandel latest offers low to start, and bet five pounds of carrots. Nixon involves potatoes and corn, followed by Ragnarok. Hannibal offers a few liters of gasoline.
Vincent cut the floor to Goku and unpacks his bag a small collection of video games. It is hard to argue to prove her worth as much as five pounds of carrots.
The cranky, I decided to let them play and go for a walk outside. Vincent agreed, adding in the wings it's better for morale when I'm not around. I wish him the finger without looking back.
Outside air is still stifling humidity. The farmyard Fernandel is much less well maintained than her garden. Here and there sundry objects piled in the grip of rust or mildew. I type in a burst balloon, which makes me even more pleased to beat up a few meters.
Through the window I see Vincent, who distributes playing cards, affecting an air of seriousness. He looks at his, and then asks Nixon to start playing. I suddenly realize that people around the table does not know the rules.
I walk around a hedge that grows poorly maintained to the devil to get a better view than a farmyard. Fallow fields stretching out of sight by wearing the gray. In places small vegetable crops emerge fleetingly. A silhouette stands on a dirt road, left and curled.
I think initially to deal with an old lady, and am going to meet her to help him walk. Very quickly I noticed that the figure is male, and I understand that is immediately in front of me. He lost weight and seemed to bend under the weight of an invisible force.
-What 's happened to you, Roger?
He looks up at me with red eyes and half-closed, and spits on the ground with violence. He made an effort to right before I meet a haughty air, "Your fucking time. That's what happened. "
I see. The days we live are not made for people who know better. I calmly asked him where did he was wrong.
-From one end to another, "he replies. I wanted to improve the future and finally I realize that it was not so bad. But now! You you could, I dunno ...
"It is finished, Roger, you have to go away. Your future is too vast for me to take the problems overnight.
I swear ready to bite me. He rolls up his lip top, leaving me see yellow teeth and grows a kind of hissing cat. I feel that literally rots there. Like a hunted animal, he cautiously approached me as if I was a predator that was endangering her children.
I remove a shoe and brandished it and asked him one last time to leave. As he walks toward me, I find myself compelled to throw my shot, he gets on the corner of the face. He moaned, and picked up the shoe, ready to send it to me, but changed his mind when I threatened him with a bestial roar.
Without asking his rest, he fled on the dirt road, limping, so Court of Miracles. I look away and turn back once he got out of my field of vision, with the certainty of having progressed in a way.
As we arrive in my neighborhood, Vincent asks if I want it to carry my bag of potatoes. Surprised by his kindness, I find myself thinking that he also matures. But the reason is quite different.
-Like that your mother and your sisters believe that I have all worn alone since the beginning, "he explains.
I threw him a startled look that makes him laugh. Without thinking, I give him my bag of groceries, it empties into hers. Slouching under the weight of its load, then he drags feet and just stay at my height. And yet I'm missing one shoe.
Vincent also progressing in one direction. Formerly he would have asked my bag for the final meters.
-cake, he whispered.
-You talk of your poker game?
-It too. You
-invented rules?
-I enhances the game
We turn and leading us to a crossroads in my street. The rain stopped long ago, and the air is a bit more breathable. Upon entering my yard, we find Xavier is busy what looks like an exercise in tai chi. Seeing the bag full of Vincent, he asked if he had won at the fair. The mustachioed turned toward me, seeking support, and I confirm that the party took place in the rules.
Vincent puts his load, and wipes his brow with the back of neck. He told Xavier that I think he will die. My two friends in a crazy laughter. I grabbed a carrot and put myself to snack while watching my feet.
"It's the high life, claims Xavier two poufs.
And I have no idea what he means by that.
Notes: Roger caricature
-Develop the song
Soon: Roger says farewell
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