Wanted Dead or Alive

They say nirvana is reached in the higher level of ecstasy that one being can reach, to me is easier to take a disc and listen to the motherfucker of Cobain sings his drugs, however, yesterday I guess the acid took me more beyond. I talked for hours with the big man, Jesus was his name – or J.C. as I called him –  in a sea of whiskey, he dressed like me, but, he had a mohawk hair that reached the middle of his backs, the best thing was his beard of Hercules, he told me his stories and perversions – Magdalene one of the best on bed. In the end we said good bye on Free Bird's solo – funny he had disappeared at the kitchen.

I woke up with a smell of alcohol and a female cop – who seemed more like a porn actress to me – saying for me to get up off the bed “who called a stripper and didn't warn me?” I spoke with the hoarsely voice and looking for the guilty “So we have a smart ass here?” the cop answered with an ironic smile, “I don't know stripper, what do you say?”, in the same moment I got handcuffed by another black cop “but what the fuck, who hired this gogo boy?”, I was thrown inside the police vehicle and taken to the Police Station to answer for all the shit of that night, “shut up and everybody out of the apartment!”.

I spent some hours with some stinky people in jail until I got a friend to pay my bail, my stuff were delivered to me by the female cop “don't forget to check your pockets... stripper.”, I gave a kind of wrong smile to her expression, nothing that I couldn't forget in 10 minutes.

I followed with the ride back home, but right at the entrance I found out that I had been prohibited to live there again – what the fuck –, we jumped to the nearest bar while we exchanged ideas with the bottle that accompanied us. Have made a party in commemoration of the wedding of the fucker who now listened my shits, he had found a good girl and of bonus got a beautiful kid, the girl left her fiance to be with him, so, nothing better than to commemorate “but I think we passed the limit, huh, my friend” we laughed together while the hours passed.

I resolved to change of residence... I'll spend some days in some hotel... The number of the cop I found in the pocket of my jeans and on it written “who said I never was a stripper?”.