Since then, the two of them had talked with bartenders and cab drivers, passengers on busses, and today, the laundress.All, universally, were proud of...the modern gem of a city they inhabited, eager to compare it to world capitals none had seen. Each, universally, was perversely proud of the murder and terror crimes the city was infamous for."Alguien más", someone else. It was Alguien who was blown up on the Autopista, starting his Empresario's car, or it was Alguien who was gunned down, or. For a couple of years who worked at a restaurant with his friends Liz and her boyfriend "Big Daddy Ron". After a night at work and drinking with them at the bar while they cooked,I helped them close down and went to our apt. afterwards to relax and smoke some weed. Sean then realized we were almost out of smoke so he had gone to another girl's house to get some and left me and his friends to continue with the wine and their scotch. As we sat and watched MTV which was very new at the time,they. Leaning back in my swivel chair, I closed down the internet and sighed, doubting very much that, at twenty-eight, I had Alzheimer's, as the internet search had suggested. A dull headache had started to rest behind my ears, and I was feeling peckish. Deciding that I needed decent coffee to cure my headache, I stood up, grabbed my handbag, and made a quick exit.Sitting outside in the warm sun, I held the coffee cup up to my face and inhaled deeply, the rich, bitter aroma filling my airways and. “Yes, Ma’am, please led me eat the ashes of all your cigarettes and even the butts!” scarlet grinned and commanded with a playfully stern voice: “Open your moth wide, l, mommy is a ashtray…”. And she knocked the hot ashes of her cigarette accurate in my mouth. I almost scream for pain, hot ashes burned my gums. But I showed no hurt and tried to swallow the ashes. Mistress scarlet touched short my feet with her feet. Then she stood a foot directly on my lips. “Lick as your life depends on it!”.