My Heart Against My Reasons

*** Jamal Steve Ake ***

I look at my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom and I like what I see. A clean and beautiful complexion of the black chocolate human, which melts all the women on my passage, a haircut like like I like a beard that eats me the cheek. I love my beard, it's my seduction weapon. From the top of my 1,78m I must confess that I am pretty handsome. Yes I'm not afraid to say it but it is without pride of course. I am part of these guys who love and who do not neglect are. In life you have to love it because if you do not like yourself who will do it? Even if you find that you holes like your cockhole and go ahead. You will see that people will see what you do not see. I love life and I mill to their soft teeth. I am young, beautiful, not super rich but accounts in well-garristed bank and full pockets. I am my own boss and I use more than 30 people asking for more in life. Love? No Way. This word no longer exists in my dictionary. I had the torn and burned it. I even used the fire that consumed it to turn on a cigarette that I smoked by looking at her disappeared. I apply my products for the care of my hair and my beard then the combs. I go out of it and puts my torn torn at the thighs as the most part of my jeans from elsewhere. I wear my jeans so that I'm seeing the elastic of my boxer. I'm sure I'm shutting up on my t-shirt and my Timberlandes. I look at the big mirror of my room and perfect is perfect. Ah I was forgetting, my diamond loops. Good this time it's good. I take my two phones, the Galaxie brand of business and personal iPhone. I'm going to the living room where I get the breakfast that I have prepared prepared and put in a tupperware. I then retrieve my cigarette package and puts it in my mouth without turning on it. Arrived in front of a studio on the ground floor I strike two shots on the door. Without asking that's the old man opens my door.

Me (incoming): So the shape?

You (closing the door): You were waiting for me to see me already dead I guess.

Me: even if you do not believe it I want to old man. Now come to sit down to take your little gaze. I have to go.

Ours (coming to sit): You I guess you did not take breakfast because (appointing my cigarette) from this slutter? Instead, take away your mouth. I already told you not to smoke in my house. He draws me the cigarette of the mouth, the breaks and throws him to the trash. I smile and put me unpacking breakfast.

Me: I did not even turn on it.

Ous: It's the same one. He sits and start to eat.

Me: Do you need something tonight?

Ous: No. Thank you for everything.