EXCEPT FOR THE TOW. AND THE SQUEAL
"I came back from the Amazon thinking that depending on who you drink with, there could be danger," I said.
"Why?" Michel asked, filling our glasses.
"Because there was," I said, and we laughed.
It was that bar at the triple intersection of São Mateus, Juiz de Fora --- the owner, our old college friend, had just passed a Civil Police exam and was drinking with us. He had dropped out of school after having his car stolen at a party and, according to him (because of it), "losing his dick."
"Nonsense," Michel said. "K still doesn't know how to drive and he's always sleeping with women."
"K is privileged. He sleeps with his parents' students, who teach at UFJF," Getúlio said. "By the way, did you know that hottie from last week is Delano's ex-girlfriend?"
"I heard." He's rich now, right?'' I asked.
''Rich like her, no, right? But I think now that everyone's graduated, he's expanded his clientele a lot. Before, it was just a base for the gang. Then, those bigger college get-togethers. Then he started selling everything at the raves at La Rocca --- then, imagine that!'' Getúlio said.
''And Raquel, the daughter of the owner of that transport company. What's that Arabic surname of theirs?'' Michel asked.
"I was just kidding. One time he came over to my house with his friends and brought a bunch of hot chicks, all loaded with cocaine for everyone. It turned into a huge party in a matter of minutes, with tons of people coming and going, until the wee hours of the morning. At the party, I introduced him to new clients. The next day, at college, everyone was full of compliments about me. 'SO BROTHER SO BROTHER O K!'" I said.
Then Getúlio got up to help the waiters at his bar serve the crowded tables, and Michel asked me:
"Have you been writing lately, K?"
"I haven't been writing, and I have no intention of writing any time soon."
"However, I think you, who haven't stopped writing for a minute since graduating in philosophy, will like the story I have to tell, about my weekend at Raquel's house," I said.
"If you're going to tell everything, including the dirty details, I want the secret octopus from the root, to trace a genealogy," Michel said.
ResponderExcluir"Okay," I said. "So, first point: the Endebar house is a house divided."
"No, no, wait a minute! What do you mean, the Endebar house? Starting from there, you've plunged half the story into limbo. How did you get Raquel?"
"Oh, I don't know. At that Nação Zumbi show at Cultural Bar JF. It doesn't matter. She's friends with Samanta, Leandrão's ex. In fact, it was Raquel that Leandrão wanted to date before. Being the son of the richest rich man in town, he thought he had a right to Raquel, the daughter of the richest rich man in town. LOL! Small-town things. But Delano was quicker, right? Being a drug dealer at that point in your life gives you a bad reputation, doesn't it? Leandrão, with that shadow of a fatherly contractor on his back, driving only a fancy car in Alto dos Passos, only managed to lose Raquel to Delano and get cheated on by the entire college with Samanta," I said.
"Did you sleep with Samanta too?" Michel asked.
"There was no shortage of opportunities. But I didn't."
"So, was Raquel easy to get?"
"No."
"I bet she was, but you circled her for about two hours before making the move."
"Yeah."
"So it was easy. The hard part is you, you idiot."
"Yeah, more or less. But I don't think you should write that part, everyone will notice. Remember Zuckerberg syndrome? And your blog has been booming with those sadomasochistic stories. Even on Musik, I heard people I've never seen in my life talking about you. Readers, the city's cult youth, soon to be in the small upper crust, huh? Bertos, X-Zen, and TV Panorama. Go ride in a helicopter with Omar Perez, lol," I said.
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