The corner.

My last day of high school, it was very rare, but very fun.  We went with my friends to the corner outside the school; where usually we went to drink beer Fridays after classes, for celebrate the end of the scholarship. The owner of liquor store sold us beers with school uniform and the police never pass. So it was the paradise, very relax and cheap for us. I remember that my friend nico, it was very drunk and try to dance Ska In the middle of the street, but without much success.  My other friend Pablo started to burp with every sip of beer. It was hilarious, but not for the neighborhoods, who protested against us and threatened us, if my friend Pablo didn’t stop burp, they call the police. We said, it was our last day of school and we never comeback to this corner again. They saws us with a pig face, and said: no mores burps and no problem. We said Ok, and that’s what all. The problem was I didn’t attach when I put my backpack, because when I took it, it was full of dog’s shit. It was very disagreeable, but I thought:  shit happens.

I went to bought a few more beers, I don’t remember how much really, but it was Baltica. In their time, I drink a lot Baltica, the beer of my youth. In retrospective, their corner with my friends it was my doom and my salvation.  The school sucks, but with a few good friends and the right corner, everything it’s easier.