That's what a friend said when scared, I told this story, which may seem an abstract of a Dago García film is real life. I know it seems incredible, but it happened, and someone who knows almost by heart the asked me to write. So that does not happen!! Ojo, peel, baby! The devil is pork.
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was 10 am on January 20, 2009. I was very judicious in my office working, focused on a plan of shooting, when suddenly Tururú, opened a window of Messenger and someone said Hello. I had no idea who it was that greeted me, but I'm as decent as I said. I saw the picture, and although the characters posing in dark glasses was seen as good, but still did not know who it was. After the greetings protocol I asked if we knew and I said no. Sure, sure we had exchanged emails in Manhunt or something.
I said his name was Carlos, 35, professor of law, high acuerpado, hairy, passive ... perfect. We talk about life, death, traffic, love, clouds, sent me photos to post, we discussed the transfer of possession of Obama, was that day, so I remember the date-and time well spent , until at 5 pm he invited me for coffee. I did not see the problem, I left the office, I bought a couple of condoms and reached the place agreed upon: a coffee Chapinero. Just
I saw I liked. His description coincided with reality. He had a delightful beard and eyes to catch a spanking. We talked for half an hour, we started another dog until I was invited for a drink at her apartment. I was ready so I did not pray. The man looked so serious that I thought was going to ask me one, but when one is invited to the apartment is because they want guasamalleta, and well, that's what I like to give.
He said he lived in an apartment in Chapinero Alto, close to where we were, so we started walking. A block before he said his apartment was under renovation and that the brother did not know why and that's why he was staying in that house, I pointed it out. At that point I did not care if he was home, apartment or park, my blood had already been settled and I would not pull back. From time to time I went to the following: "Let's do one thing: I'm going to go first and you'll notice, we can not make noise, so little step ... shhh."
was a huge house, old, looked like a school. He entered the parking lot and the little while he went out and made me sign. I entered, I stood still, waiting for instructions. I was in a thriller, and that excited me more. He closed the door, everything was dark. Not heard anything. I was behind a wall as if waiting for appeared to shoot the bad guy, my gun was properly loaded. He continued and then I made another sign, I went forward on tiptoe. And there was light. We were like a lobby, there was a large table, a staircase and a bust of someone. I looked down and my sneakers covered up letters in a table. He said: Convento San José El Grande *.
Then I took another crime film color. Feel I went from hero to victim. Went through my head in a second all kinds of scenes. I appeared in a gagged on the altar of a chapel surrounded by candles red, in another police handcuffed me out of the convent while some yelled shocked padrecitos Sinner! Sinner!, And another, 7 sixtysomethings bandages and a sling nun raped me mercilessly in a pew. That's where I sent a text message to my best friend, call me in 5 mins. Urgent!.
For several years he had been thinking about hell, but at that moment I saw made tripe in the fifth pot in the house of Lucifer. Sure, it was he who had trapped me in fag, promiscuous and confident. Or was God who wanted me to come closer to Him, to let me dispose of men and one dedicated to truth, and so I took a friend's house. I do not know. I just closed my eyes and hoped that something or someone get me out of there.
Carlos, or Father Guarever, I made another sign, we climbed to the second floor. There was a long hallway filled with doors on either side. Quickly he opened one and went inside. He said: "Stay here a second," and left. My breathing was a thousand. I felt that death or eternal damnation were very close. I asked God to spend 5 minutes fast for my friend call me and save me from hell. He turned, his eyes were different, the little game of cops was over. He said: "Ready, are you home", and closed the door.
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* Name changed for security.
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