Monica Roccaforte Retires

birthday of Chinese good

in my apartment there is a good Chinese name of Solomon. Chinese call him to distinguish good from evil Chang, also known as the Chinese problems, due to the fact who speaks virtually no English. For then I think Chang underneath it's a good fellow, though once - I was here for less than a week - I fainted in the bathroom, and when I cried help to draw your attention to the friend does not even leaned the nose through the door. but despite this I think is not so bad. Solomon is now sleeping in a puddle of vomit, a couple of feet from my room. Today is his birthday. There was a party in common room, which is right in front of my door. There were four or five Chinese girls, me, Jeff and Ian, Chang, and of course Solomon. corner of the Anglophone Jeff room - probably the only Californian on the right and east of the Urals - had supported his usual discussion about the decline of Obama, and Ian gave us his apologies in with the wonderful Governement German small and short, as you know when capital begins to tirarsela someone has to say something to the left. The fact is that we did not notice that while the Chinese drank and drank like a sponge, until Solomon has not collapsed in the face with a dead weight in the trash. I later realized that the girls had convinced him to play their own version of Patruno and sutta, and judging by the outcome, the poor in Solomon's gone bad. It also seems that there was half a half in love with one of the revelers guests, and in fact. I tried to get him on the couch, but the guy rolls up in a rash when he falls and hits his head, I'm afraid to get hurt. so we finally decided to leave it where it is, lying on the ground to enjoy the glory of his birthday.

'm back down memory lane a couple of years ago, that first terrible hangover of wine, the night that I went into the conspiracy. and then again last year, eight the night of December when all of a sudden things again lost their name. and finally here I am, this time sober, and already has too many memories not enough hair to sleep soundly. but I console myself: I'll wake up tomorrow morning, and whatever happens I will be happier to Solomon.