I've died. After leaving the bar I caught a cart full of pumpkins pulled by a mule. Death was a very undignified and quite pathetic, I could have hit a late model sports, but no, it was a fucking car, only to be having the entire city. Besides the mule shit me up and I died smelling like shit and urine. And never again to write this diary. Life has been very cruel and I hope that if I do reincarnated into something better, but I do not trust it too much. PD .- Dear Chalao personally was up Emo eggs and as there seems to be a beloved character (as bitter is the fucked ) we decided to give the passport to heaven of the emos. Without rancor and without sorrow we say today, goodbye Emo eggs.
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