Digital Pessimism We hope to disappoint
When we were the best, the waitresses showed us the best of their smiles in glasses full of arrogance …
It was said that it run the summer of 2005 and four young would-be crunches, the darkest, Charlie Town , subtle and advanced, Mayo , the more loquillo and Alcallamán , the superhero of the alcallatas, which was like Pardegundo called the girls less attractive, docked in Benidorm , with a desire for conquest and unparalleled happiness.
From minute one, the stars aligned with these four Madridians and as a summer magnet, attracted girls, alcohol and sun everywhere. Endless beach walks, wearing musculitos, nights without morning or graduation limit and unleashed joking of tears, falters without expiration.
Staying at the hotel Mayna, a respected hostel in the locality, without stars, since they were already placed by them, not infrequently called their attention for their joy and their particular war with the neighbor in front, who I rebuked them defiantly.
It was such a Glasses, character of scruffy mane, jack Daniel’s ass fuzzies and intimidating presence, who remained unchanged hours on his terrace and intoxicated, they screamed over and over again “ Glasses, do not stafe me! “, free translation to the English of the colloquial castizo” Glasses, that scams me “.
Nothing mattered, every day was a party and every night its after hour. They lost a pound of happiness every 23 hours.
August 15, 2005: The Last Supper
Pardegundo and Mayo rising Levante. Source: Alcallamán Productions
When we were the best, our other me stalked us, we stopped being us, the worst that you take inside takes refuge in your eyes.
The crayfish paraded without end on the cañí catwalk. The night of the last dinner was initialed with an end to that ‘good trip’:
The police, shouting, ready to pull the gun at the complaint of the hostel by public scandal (which had started the receptionist, the trilero Toni Leblanc ), recoiled when seeing the panorama, namely:
The four horsemen stood on the terrace with five pitukis, the most stunning: Elena, the rearguard sculpted by Michelangelo, Eva , silent film model, Chiquinina , an angel with the mischief of Beelzebub, the beautiful actress of culebrón Pati Alcallati and Martita , the blond blonde mix.
Sergeant Romerales’s bad-tempered face turned in astonishment, as he opened the door to the room, and finally added as he left: “Emmm, forgive, forgive, … alright, guys … “His youth committed suicide.
Hours later, Alcallaman and Charlie decided to retire to another room to shoot together the documentary The Flying Ants, that Alcallamán had prepared for some time, but that’s another story.
Pardegundo and Mayo, however, stayed there, taking advantage of the moment, because somehow they knew, that the unedited video clips of that Wimbledon final would be lost in time like tears in the rain.
Decade of 2010: The hecatomb
Over the years, the four meatballs embarked on Captain Hook’s ship, to look for Peter Pan, though they knew that Bell and Wendy would not return. To be her friends.
Battles lost, hours of artificial light and muscles on a hunger strike were the destination, which had left the highway without warning and taken a district to nowhere.
They did not understand the reason, but in time they saw the light: The digital revolution sang the mea culpa: To greater technological advances, they fulfilled more years and therefore, more misfortunes. The digital age had stolen them in April .
Alcallamán, current snap. Source: Alcallamán Productions
They had become the new Glasses, without realizing it:
Pardegundo, deaf and bald, since attempting to save a transgenic raccoon in a fire, he is now a massage therapist in a well-known gay sauna in Madrid.
Charlie Town, Tibetan teachings and does Charity trips to San Francisco, when his psychiatrist allows it.
Alcallamán, meanwhile, is since 2007 part-time cashier of a Mercadona in Valencia and sporadic youtuber about boar cooking recipes.
Mayo, currently having serious obesity problems and interned in a psychiatric in Oklahoma since 2005, he still wonders if, as he claimed < Em> Loquillo , madness has already overcome old age.
2016: Contrition Act
In a show of lucidity, they now remember two Mayna ladies, who were not without experience, who invited them to two tomatoes from the street of that horrible city built on the Milan catwalk, to which May, cocky and arrogant, replied: We do not like tomatoes “. A new error, which would only be noticed with the passage of maturity, tractor step.
Already in 2016, Alcallamán received an anonymous message from Whatsapp and immediately recognized one of those divas:
He had no way of contacting her and so she came to us. Now, ripe and without nonsense, freed from the veil of superficiality and impotent, seated on the head and without ribbon, they desperately seek that voice in the night.
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